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
It was currently 18 PM. Alyssa was fixing the last details of her appearance before getting ready to meet the President in the garage of the Plaza where they could leave from the back door so that the wave of journalists does not block their way out. The restaurant had been booked for the night.Alyssa would seat in another table in the back of the restaurant with Cal as her date. The rest of the team would be scattered in the exits and some inside the building. She was guessing that the rest of the leaders’ security staff would occupy different tables too. She wore a black sleeveless silky midi dress with a turtleneck neckline with a pair of silver heels and earrings. She pulled her hair in a low bun and glossed her lips.She grabbed her black Prada purse with her gun, taser and pocket knife inside as well as her badge that read her security clearance in the majority of US institutions should she need it. Of course phone and wallet were included. She put on her beige raincoat and ex
Monday arrived and with it the start of the conference. Leaders of the world met in the headquarters of the UN with their Ambassadors in the United States to discuss the issue of Maritime Security between Greece and Turkey that had caused rising tensions. Richard Davis, the president of the United States was discussing with his Ambassador the outline of his speeches as well as the political and legal stance he would take towards the issue. General Secretary of the UN engaged in some greetings. Alyssa essentially had a relatively free day in the city. With the headquarters being occupied by the majority of leaders, security would be of the highest protection and quality. Despite personal bodyguards, the UN’s agency service would see to the security and safety of the leaders and the building. Hal and the President’s personal team was with him in, seating in the back. “What if they ask me about the borders in terms of Maritime Law and the Economic Exploitation zone?” Richard asked his
Alyssa was free for the evening. Richard would dine with General Grayson in the rooftop restaurant and lounge bar of the hotel which was filled up with secret service. The whole terrace was booked for only the two of them. So, with the President safe and sound, Alyssa had the chance to plan the evening for her own pleasure. She decided to promenade in New York City. She loved the city and had many acquaintances she was willing to bump into tonight.There was a certain bar she visited everytime she was there. The bar was downtown in Manhattan’s beating heart. An old speakeasy back in the days, but now it has transformed into one of the top bar for New York socialites and political elites. Like one herself, Alyssa loved feeling the political pressure and fire whilst networking or connecting dirty pasts with fake smiles and charming faces. As an associate of the CIA, she has discovered things about politicians that could ruin their life let along their career. She slipped on coal grey s
Alyssa had just arrived at the hotel. She was clutching on her purse and looking forward to enjoying a peaceful night in her bed when the elevator doors reopened and General Grayson appeared. She smiled and took a step aside offering him enough space. He was handsome. A military man with an imposing figure and an air of arrogance.“Ms Pope” he spoke breaking the silence. Alyssa exhaled sharply turning to glance at the side of his face. He craned his neck meeting her eyes and smirked. “General” she said back with a faint grin.“Enjoyed New York City?” He asked and Alyssa furrowed her eyebrows. It was obvious that she had been out, but did he know something more? And if he did how had he found out? Who was he?“Yes. The city is beautiful at night. I bet you will miss New York. Washington has a more serious atmosphere General.” She replied to his question as if her mind was not suspecting the worst of the man beside her. “Liam. Please call me Liam.” He leaned towards her and grinned. Al
*3 months after*Alyssa avoided to enter the Oval or come in any direct contact with him since the conference. When they met, it was purely professional and with people around so that they were restrained from engaging in any kind of lustful impulse. Katherine was pregnant. She was already in her second month of the pregnancy and Richard was more than helpful towards her. He made sure she had everything she needed and did not upset her. He looked at her with a different look than before. Alyssa was not jealous. She was just hurt to notice that what they had, had ended with no closure. He would become a father. Alyssa walked down the Capitol’s Hill. She needed to get some evidence about an investigation on the Senator of California. They were rumors of her having fixed her election and the Attorney General was looking into it. Alyssa was interested in the investigation and also had come as the White House’s representative to control the damage caused by the media to the President’s l
She arrived in California by midnight. Her bodyguards railing short behind her as she made the call to the hotel to prepare her a meal of her choice and a bottle of her preferred wine. The man has been informed to be expecting her no matter the time. She couldn’t remember his name. Alyssa wasn’t good at remembering people who weren’t worth her respect. She climbed the stairs of the entrance of his manor. He was a nephew of one the largest media companies’ founder. He clearly had the political capital. Alyssa could only imagine his personality only from the eccentric nature of his house. The guard knocked and a maid opened greeting them with a smile. She led them in the living room where the man sat with a glass of vodka in his hands.“Alyssa Pope.” He stood up and extended his hand. Alyssa took it shaking it firmly. Her eyes pinned his. She turned to her bodyguard who whispered the man’s last name to her. “Mr Jersey” she said before taking her seat in the armchair to his side. She di