Novel & Cerita Upstairs At The White House

“It's about protecting my investment and you, my daughter is one. How many times will I say that? Save your Papa some face, will you? Stop acting like a spoiled brat.” I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them. “Fine.” “Good,” he said. “One more thing. And I want you to listen carefully.” I held the phone tighter. “There’s a gala at the White House coming up,” Papa said. I rolled my eyes to the heavens. “Yeah, yeah, I know it's some charity nonsense to uplift the poor again. Or who again this time? The orphans? It won't work again. Try those with kidney disease this time… maybe…”

A few meters ahead stood a magnificent three-story house with many pillars, slightly resembling the White House. They got out of the car. Evander looked up at the house, then turned to Hazel with a questioning look. The girl simply raised an eyebrow, confirming Evander's suspicion that they were now at the home of their client, the President. Guards in black suits greeted them at the door, ushering them inside and leading the way. Hazel and Evander followed. The predominantly white interior of the house was both quiet and bustling. Evander saw presidential staff working diligently without much noise, some discussing matters in low voices. There were also several people who Evander was sure w

After hours of driving through the Claudia's tarred road, Janet hit the brakes at the sight of the White House. We came down and went at the back of the trunk arming ourselves professionally, magazines in place, grenades check, EFB explosives checks, our spirits fortified, our flake jackets loaded. We had a group hug because we may or may not come out three in number again, covering our nose with our masks, we hurried towards the hall low on our backs and in a war formation even in our small number. We have studied the white House blue print, we already have been there, so we had no problem with the environment.

the First Lady asked, and the president sighed. "It's Edward White from the White family." "Is he awake already? He must be here for Liana," the First Lady was shocked. "Indeed!" Edward was quickly escorted by the security. He came alone and in a wheelchair, pushed into the room by the security guard, with ten more guards behind him. They were afraid he might do something foolish. Edward wasn't intimidated by the increased security; his expression was calm, and his presence strong. The president and his wife sighed at the sight of him. This young man sure had the courage and vigor to dare enter the president's house alone.

she replied, sparing him a slight smile. After breakfast, they were taken on a tour of the Whitehouse. The grandeur of the building was impressive, but Calista found it hard to focus. She kept her distance from Ranya, avoiding any conversation he tried to initiate. He tried to catch her eye, but she refused to meet his gaze.

“You’re sure?!” “Yes. The surveillance cameras in the hallway outside my room had already been tampered with. Also, the 36th floor is all presidential suites—no one goes up there except the cleaning staff. Out of all the floors, why did that drunk man just happen to pick the 36th?!” ***

Jepherson got out of the car and paused for a moment before walking towards the entrance of the hotel. As soon as he walked into the hotel, he was greeted by one of Stella's servants. "Mr. Richards, please come with me. Miss Stella is waiting for you upstairs." Jepherson followed him to the top floor, where the presidential suite was located. He was invited into the room as soon as he arrived at the highest floor. After the closing the door, Jepherson turned around and took a quick look around the room. Jepherson immediately stopped when he saw a figure sitting by the floor to ceiling windows.

It was not until they crossed East Street NW that James finally understood where Eliza was taking him. The most famous house in the world could be seen just a short distance away. “The White House?” He was incredulous. She smiled deviously. “Mm-hmm. Normally tours are over by now, but having a DNI for your dad does have its perks.” “Wait . . .” he said catching the whole tours being over by this time thing. “So, does that mean like a . . . private tour?”

Emily stepped out of the Jeep, looked up at the dark orange sky, and let out a long sigh. "Now, I need to pee..." she murmured before making her way inside the White House. The hallway was eerily quiet as she walked and looked around at the same time. After taking a few turns, the expression on her face immediately turned sour at the sight of Scarlett walking towards her from the other end of the hallway.

21st December, 1998 The White House The White House, the government building that serves as the office and residence of the President of the United States of America sat peacefully in the heart of the nations capital, Washington D.C. This building housed the most powerful and the most respected man in the world: President Freddie Rawlings. President Rawlings rose to power after serving as a senator representing his constituency and having done well, with the support and encouragement of the people he contested for the office of the presidency and won.