The price of power

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