Alyssa was settling already in the White House, assigning members of the Secret Service to their designated posts and looking to memorize the layout of the building so that she knew every exit, entrance, room, hidden room and the location of every surveillance camera.
Her hair was pulled back in a sleeker back ponytail and she was dressed in a black tight knee dress with heels. Her eyes were framed behind glasses. But not just regular glasses. The E23 model was the latest development of Homeland Security with face recognition software. She paced down the corridor towards the central hall of the House where the Secretary of Homeland Security expected her to drive to the U.S. Capitol where the inauguration would take place.“I’m ready to go.” She said to the tall grown man in a tuxedo in front of her. He nodded and moved to the exit. She followed and slithered into the limo.Her eyes raked through the paperwork that accompanied her new position. Fortunately, Alyssa had a photographic memory. She could easily memorize most information. The circumstances under which the President was to live the White House were the thing that intrigued her the most and confirmed the statement of him being the most powerful man in the world.When they reached the Capitol, Alyssa jumped out of the car and headed straight for the room where she had been informed the President was getting ready in. She’d thought it was better to introduce herself before the inauguration. Four more men escorted her inside. More were scattered around the platform outside. All at the disposal of the man behind that door. She knocked. A deep and stern voice echoed through the door. “Come in.”Richard Davis was about 6’3 and 47 years old, graduated Harvard Law on a student loan and completed his master in Columbia University where he studied Global Politics. There he met his wife, the First Lady, Katherine Davis, to whom he has been married for almost 8 years. He had served as Senator for the State of California before he decided to run for President. And he won. He stood before a long mirror with his exceptional suit on adjusting the tie around his neck. He had the perfect smile that earned him his office and the confidence of power.“Mr. President, my name is Alyssa Pope as you may already know, Director of U.S. Secret Service.” She extended her hand and he shook it with no hesitation. For a second their eyes met and something clicked in his brain that made the smile falter.“Always a pleasure to meet you Ms Pope but I’m not yet President, not for about…” The watch dangled on his wrist as he shook his hand, “19 minutes.” He exhaled returning to the mirror to fix his tie. Alyssa could see him struggle but yet she stood there unmoving like a ghost, observing the wall across. “Can you help me, please? My hands got sweaty.” He chuckled nervously. He was an attractive man. A powerful man. Alyssa was the babysitter of the most powerful man in the world.She nodded and approached him running her fingers through his tie. She had learnt how to make the perfect tie knot in the navy. She could do it with her eyes closed. In two seconds, she was done. She felt eyes prying on her face and when she raised her eyes, his brown warm gaze pinned her. He cleared his throat and took a step back, “Thank you. You can go.” He blurted out but then not his lip realizing, “You can’t go. Ever. Right?”Alyssa nodded. “I just came here so that we could set off in a more peaceful start. The first few days will be packed with press meetings and inaugural balls, where you will always have to be escorted by me and four other agents. Twenty more will follow in the cars behind us. At all times.”“Ok.” He put on his blazer and closed the two buttons. “Will the Secret Service structure of my personal escort be adaptable?” Richard sleeked his hair back with his fingers.“Depends on what adaptable is defined as, Mr. President.” The title rolling off her tongue made him feel a weird kind way. He enjoyed it. His eyes scanned her. She had the posture of a soldier and the coldness of a marine. And her green eyes looked focused on him behind her glasses. “Most likely not. The number of agents is set. Sometimes, an ambulance will need to follow on our tracks but that is purely up to the individual situation.” Her phone dinged. It was almost time. Five minutes to get him to the platform for his oath.“Honey!” Katherine Davis entered the room heading to hug her husband. He hesitated but returned the hug. “It’s time! Can you believe it?!” Her eyes settled on Alyssa and the smile grew wider. The weapon of every First Lady. “Katherine Davis! Nice to meet you!”“Alyssa Pope. She is the Director of the Secret Service.” Richard interrupted before she could answer. She simply smiled and shook Katherine’s hand.Alyssa was tall. Standing at 5’8 and 37 years old, she was an intimidating figure. Her pulled back dark brown hair cascaded down her back in the ponytail accentuating the sharp angles of her face. Her cheekbones and jawline were sharply carved. She had but one simple on the left side of her smile. She was not conventionally attractive, yet she had something intriguing about herself.“We better go.” Alyssa checked the digital watch on her wrist. “Jayson, is everything in place?” She talked to the earpiece waiting for a reply. ‘Positive.’ His voice came in and she nodded. She looked at the couple and motioned them towards the door.She claimed her seat on the side of the platforms, on the fringes of the party just enough so that she wouldn’t be in the TV picture. Inauguration lasted for about 47 minutes. With poets and intellectuals paying their respects to the new President and reciting some of their work for his honor.It was still pretty early. 10.45 AM and the President with his wife were followed by swarms of press as they were led to the parking where they boarded the presidential limousine. Alyssa was behind them. Jason was their driver. She followed in a black SUV with six other same cars flanking her side.She spoke in the earpiece, “Vehicle 2 stick behind the limousine. I will get in front of the limousine to pave the way for the White House. Vehicle 3 and 4 drive around. The rest of you fill every remaining gap.” She pushed her led against the pedal accelerating and rushed before the limousine. 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.The Counselor to the President arrived and escorted him to the Oval Room. Alyssa short on their trails. She closed the door behind them and stood outside the room with her hands evened behind her back. When the counselor exited, he turned to her and told her that he’d ask for her.Her eyebrows furrowed. When she realized, her eyes fell to the ground but her hand moved to the door handle and she entered the room, knowing it would be a mistake.Alyssa entered the room hesitantly. She felt his eyes pinning her from the moment she closed the door behind her. She leaned against it not taking another step towards him. “Alyssa…” He broke the silence, “Really? You’re going to stay there?” He enquired leaning against his office desk. He looked powerful, handsome and confident. Just like she’d remember him.“We promised. You promised.” She said lowering here eyes to the ground and sighing. “You’re President now. This cannot happen.” She met his eyes and the tension became thicker. Every time their gazes locked it was as if a lightning stroke.Alyssa had met Richard during his service as Senator three years ago. He had already been 4 years into his marriage and tired from the pretense of a happy husband. He loved his wife. But he was not in love with her. He viewed as an ally of his, of his political dreams and goals. They met through a mutual friend, the Vice President, known as Erik Collins, a fervent supporter of Davis. Alyssa had
It had been a week since the President entered the White House and the Congress as well as the Senate expected his plan of change. The plan that he’d promise to execute during his campaigning. Richard had been working sleeplessly with the Chief of Staff to appoint the right people in the right positions and back Senators in their election. The Cabinet had already formed. The Vice President, Erik Collins, would arrive today to go through the plan and offer his opinion and counseling on it. Richard and Erik were good friends, aware of each other’s relationship of dependency. “We need to do something big. Something innovative that will show the world why they voted for you, Mr. President.” Veronica Lee, the Chief of Staff, said noting down.“Yes. The worlds needs peace. Education and immigration are good side pieces but not what’s going to make it on the front page.” Erik agreed. Richard sat across from him in the couch, looking deep in thought. With conflict in Ukraine and the tensions
Alyssa walked down the street with her heart a little lighter since she left his office and stormed into her car. However, she still has work to do if she was going to get the Chief of Staff of the US Army or as briefly known the General to confess his crimes to her. This crime at least. Who knows how many he’d had to confess if she asked all of them. Patriotic crimes.She fished her phone out of her purse and turned her head slightly to nod at the two men following her. The one ring the limousine to come and they’d wait where they had dropped her off exactly. Alyssa found the contact of the Chief of Staff. She didn’t remember his name. It sounded bad but it was the truth. Fortunately for her, they know each other and he wouldn’t take it personally knowing her.She dialed his number and waited for his to answer as she took in her surroundings. She was 15 minutes away from the White House and half an hour from the closest Presidential safe house. If something were to happen she would h
Alyssa was pushing her panties up and patting her dress down when Richard unlocked the door. It had been almost an hour. Her desk was a mess and she hissed at him to not open the door until she got that fixed. “Help me.” She ordered and he did as told. The President of the US kneeled collecting documents at his mistress’s wish. That’s how much she had over him.She tidied the desk arranging the computer wires and the keyboard whilst Richard staffed the papers and pens and pencil cases cautiously. He knew Alyssa was an organization freak and he remembered to leave everything as it was. Her shoes had rolled off to the edge of the wooden desk leg and she was quick to slide her feet in there as he flanked the door open. Carl appeared unfazed and he nodded at Alyssa before escorting the President outside of the room.She sank to her seat and checked the time. She would have to meet with the General in an hour. That meant that Richard would already have resigned to the East Wing with his wi
Alyssa woke up next day in the warmth of her sheets at the sound of her alarm. It was 5AM. She was to get to the White House with the first ones and leave with the last ones. Everyday the House was checked for potential invasions, violations of the security protocols. She jumped into the shower and turned on the water running hot to cleanse the sins off her skin as images of the previous day played in her mind. Richard's face between her legs flashed in her mind and she closed her eyes burying her face under the pouring water. Soon enough she was out of the shower and in her bedroom picking out her outfit. She opened her closet and took out a white suit with a silver satin blouse inside. She put it on and paired it with black and white heels. She pulled her hair back in a high ponytail and hide her eyes behind her glasses. Alyssa carried mostly Tom Hilfiger. She took her favorite black and white bag and fished her phone from the covers. The limousine was waiting outside her house
Preparations were being made for the President’s trip to New York to the UN Headquarters. Alyssa had been buried in work the past week setting officers to their posts, spies to their hidden locations and snipers to every building surrounding the headquarters and the President’s hotel. They would all follow him everywhere along the way. She had organized a team of around 40 people to escort him with her in it too. She’d become his shadow for the following days.Alyssa strutted down the corridors of the White House with her phone on her ear mumbling orders for stakeouts and warehouses in New York as well as the booking of the whole hotel for the President. She’d settle for four out of the ten floors. She ordered already 20 of the escort team to travel there and check the facilities of the hotel, the exits, the rooms, everything.Richard was also closed off in the Oval Room with the Vice President, Chief of staff and head of international relations to prepare him for the conference. The
Alyssa stood on the South Lawn with her suitcase beside her gazing at the morning sky. The breeze caressed her skin and for the first time after long periods of hiding and living in the glimpses of stolen moments with Richard, she felt somewhat free. Her phone in hand, it dinged to tell her that the president was here. The jet had landed there waiting for them. She’d cried so much last night that her eyes had turned dry. She heard him from her office next door smashing glasses before he headed off to the East Wing, to his wife, to his official life. She wore a black right dress with her hair let down to fall on her shoulders. Her heels were replaced with boots so she could move more quickly if the safety of the President was compromised. The leader of the free world arrived and the Secret Service escorted him first to the jet. He looked aloof and that’s when she noticed the limp in his walk. He was drunk. It was 7AM. She followed and boarded shortly after him. Cal taking her suitcase
After they’d settle at the hotel, Alyssa went on to inform the press Secretary of White House of the President’s safe arrival in New York and send a few pictures of him smiling from her journalists connections in the city. She’d leave her suitcase on the side of her bed as she took out her laptop and work papers from her bag and put them on the office in the small living room of the hotel room. They’d put her in a junior suite. She was two floors down from the Presidential suite where Richard was. She looked at the time on her phone. 14 PM. She had time to take a shower and relax a bit before she needed to assemble the rest of the service agents to inform them about their placement in the Leaders of the World dinner the president had to attend. She took off her clothes and sighed in relief taking her bra off. Airplanes drained her. He had drained her. She stepped into the shower and let her anxiety and worries wash off and for the minutes she was under the water, she was free. After