Upstairs At The White House の小説・ストーリー

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.

____ ~CHAPTER 15 ~~~ [•WHITE•HALL,LONDON•] The palace rose sleek and modern against the London skyline, glass and stone reflecting the city lights. Inside, soft hums and warm light replaced old echoes of chandeliers. Everything was minimal, polished, and purposeful, yet carried a subtle warmth in private corners. The doors to the private wing slid open. President Adrian Whitmore stepped in, shoulders heavy with the day’s weight. His tailored suit was flawless, but fatigue clung to him like a shadow.

Then he laid his eyes on Catelyn and frowned at her outfit, "Who is this lady?" "A reporter I invited here. Do you find her aggressive?" Although Alfred was smiling, his eyes were penetrating. The guard felt a shiver down his spine. He stopped the check and bent down. "Not really, it's just force of habit. Your guest should be reliable. You guys can go in." … The living quarters took up five floors. The presidential residence had been through wars. It carried the heaviness of age even though it had been renovated. The interiors, however, were modern.

They walked towards the foyer that would accommodate at least a hundred people, at the foot of a vast curving staircase that probably went to heaven. She looked around in awe as everything in this house was white. How do they even maintain this house? She can’t even keep anything white clean. How many servants do they have? She recalled one of her conditions, “I will give you only three hundred dollars for my share of expenses.” Geez, Anita, a great way to embarrass yourself. She flinched as she bumped into the stranger, who stopped walking. She peeked from his shoulder to see him facing two women and two men sitting in white plush furniture in the middle of the hall. A young girl with an ea

She raced vehicle 1 for the position and reached the place. Shortly, they were in the main entrance of the White House before it’s grandiose column arch. Richard and Katherine Davis walked inside. Their suitcases had already been delivered as with every other asset they may need. Katherine Davis ventured towards the East Wing where the chambers were. She wanted to make the House look ‘warm and cozy’ as she’d said to Richard.

Grainne answered excitedly. Carwyn looked at the worried girl in front of him, her pretty white face still with unshed tears, clearly just crying, but still exuding an attractive aura, he softly squint. "It's upstairs, follow me." His voice was calm but still had an irresistible power, sounding less like an invitation but more like an order. Grainne didn't notice it either, obediently following Carwyn up to the second floor. The building seems to have only three floors, very quiet inside, decorated with two main colors, white and light brown, most of which are high-grade stone materials, beautiful and bright, and extremely luxurious. Living here is sure to be very comfortable, indeed a very

Old man Levi cleared his throat a few times and said, "It's good to be able to stand up. Come on, go upstairs and get some sleep, you're old, you're always sleepy." In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that old man Levi simply doesn't like Nadia. "Grainne's getting engaged to the boy of the William family, isn't he?" In the upstairs bedroom, old man Levi suddenly asked the housekeeper. The butler respectfully replied: “Yes, that's right, the city press has corroborated this information.

“Um. Show me around?” “Sure,” Nathan says. He lifts my suitcase like it weighs nothing. “You already saw Kiera’s room. I’m that way, in the master suite.” He points past the living room to another hallway I didn’t even notice. He starts climbing the stairs. “You’ll be upstairs, just off the kitchen.” The upstairs features an ornate dining room, and another sitting room. This one’s surrounded by giant windows that look out over the Manhattan skyline. I can see the Empire State Building, sparkling against the twilight sky.

“You need to knock before you come into my office.” “You’ve seen the numbers, right?” He drops into the chair across from me. “We’re everywhere. This is history.” I nod. “I know.” He tilts his head. “You don’t look as excited as you should be.” “I’m over scrutinizing the numbers. Vault will continue to be a game changer.” Phillip watches me for a second. “So… the White House dinner in a week…” “It’s a huge deal. We get to rub shoulders with the big boys.”

Straightening her shoulders, she held her head high, walked to her seat, and said, with a steady voice, "Good Evening Mr. President." She addressed, then slightly tipped her head as she said, "Gentlemen." In acknowledgment to the others in the room. "Mrs. White." They all chorused and nodded to her. The room consisted of the President of TL, Mr. Ned Riley, his right hand on everything he does, Alpha Theodore Thornton, and the Vice President, Mr. Duke Heywood. The head of National Security, Mr. Mitch Manning, and Mrs. Nadera White, a wealthy woman who bought her seat at the table with her husband's wealth.