Upstairs At The White House Novels & Stories

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.

he exclaims as he approaches the car. I smile, "You, too." Then we stare at each other's outfits for a while. I can tell we're both thinking the same thing... well I'm thinking one thing: I want to rip his clothes off. But I remember our mission. Clothes-ripping may commence at a later date. "Let's go," I turn toward the road. "You've stolen my job as chauffeur in this relationship." "Sorry," I say insincerely. Not sorry. We arrive at the White House shortly. It's kind of funny that this charity gala--for world hunger--usually has a big ass buffet, with leftovers that inevitably end up in the trash after.

"You got up in front of a room full of sharks to kill me. You can get up in front of a room full of bureaucrats to celebrate with us." "It's different," Jonah insisted. "This is… history. This is the White House." "It's a building," Clarkson answered, though his own heart was beating a bit faster than usual. "And this morning, it's a building that is eager to hear you speak. Just tell the truth. It's done us alright so far."

“If Jon is done here, I’ll be leaving for New York tonight. I’ve already spent a month babysitting this branch, and I’m starting to forget what my own bed looks like.” They all stood as I rose, bowing slightly, muttering their “Yes, President” in shaky unison. I didn’t return the courtesy. I just walked out, already thinking about the flight ahead. I stepped out of the boardroom without a backward glance, the heavy glass doors shutting behind him like the period at the end of an unpleasant sentence. The air outside the meeting floor was cooler, quieter. Ethan was already waiting by the elevator, with a tablet in hand, looking like he had been standing there since sunrise.

Ethan Cross's penthouse occupied the top three floors of a glass tower on the Upper East Side, the kind of building where the doormen wore white gloves and knew every resident's net worth. Sophia stood in the marble lobby, clutching her mother's hand, feeling like an imposter in designer clothing.

While I have a moment to assess my surroundings, I now become completely aware that we’re above ground, standing in front of a massive, white house, no, mansion. Definitely a mansion. “What the fuck is this? Is he too good to live with his people?” Kai’s hound huffs as if to say “I know right?” “Alright so what’s the pl…” I’m cut off when Matt decides now is a great time to be delusional. “Fuck, there she is!” He pushes past Kai’s hound and runs straight up the wooden stairs and through the big white door.

As he was busy buying vegetables to prepare dinner in the evening, Charlie suddenly received a phone call from Jasmine. After answering the call, Jasmine spoke to him in a serious manner as she said directly, “Mr. Wade, it seems as though Mr. Yaleman has invited some antique, Feng Shui, and metaphysics masters to attend a banquet that would be held at the White family mansion. He wants me to ask you if you have the time to attend this banquet.” “The White family? Who are they?” Jasmine replied, “The White family is a middle-class family with two male descendants, Gerald White and Kevin White.”

I needed to end this conversation quickly. The woman started again, “Anyway, I wanted to invite you to a party at our estate. Would you tell your husb—” I stood up abruptly, cutting her off with a polite smile. “Sorry, how about I bring him here, and you can continue the conversation with him directly?” Their eyes lit up immediately. Of course. The White family was one of the wealthiest in the country. An invitation to Logan White was an invitation to power itself. I turned away, my smile fading the second I did. I walked through the restaurant, scanning the room for Logan. My heels clicked against the polished floor.