I am Ukrainian🇺🇦. (A VLODYMYR ZELENSKYY FANFIC)

Chapter 2

I got to Élysée Palace  on the 7th day of May 2017 at around noon . I was sitting in the lobby having a cup of coffee when a voice from behind startled me. "Mind if I join you?" I looked around to see a tall man standing there. I said "Sure" and he sat down ordering himself a cup of tea and for me coffee, I dont like tea. We had a nice talk for about an hour before he said "Hi why don't you come as my personal guest to the party tonight. It would be an honor to have you at our table, I would love to introduce you to my wife. What do you say, it could be fun?" I thought about it for a minute and said "Yes". We said our goodbyes and he went on his way.

A few hours later.....

I had barely made my way inside before Emmanuel came over escorting me to his table. He had this gentleman way about him and was nothing like the toxic people of back "home".

After all the introductions were made and hands shaked. We finally got to the point of sitting down. I was starting to feel tired and sick. One of the men around the table asked me a question, I didn’t mean to ignore him, but before I knew it. Emmanuel answered for me. "She had a hard start but she got through it beautifully and with grace. She is so incredibly intelligent. She finished school by the time she was 11 had a JD/Phd by the time she was 16. She's a force to be recond with. But the past year had been tough on her" He quickly recounted our conversation of earlier in the day. "So don't feel to bad if she doesn't respond ok it's not your fault. She is new to this world and it's still a bit scary for her. This is her first official appearance" I could see he was hurt and sad at telling him about my situation.  I also saw how proud he was  when he smiled at me and said "and it is my honor to have her as my guest tonight" This broke my heart. But since I did not trust people I could not tell if he was sincere or just being a politician. He smiled at me weakly when he realised I looked sad and asked me if I was ok. I said yes gave him a small smile and said thank you for answering him. I may be fluent in 8 languages but that does not mean I liked to engage with people.

The rest of the night I smiled at the proper moments, answering questions. At times even laughing at someone. But I was still sad and this made me feel even more alone.

The whole night I could see him checking on me almost like he was concerned about me or something. But this is impossible. I am not the person people care about. I barely exist unless they want someone to blame for their actions or something worse.

After dinner was served Judge, my service dog, let me know he needed a personal break. So I quickly excused myself to take him outside. Bridget said "wait for me I need fresh air, so I will walk with you two."
When we got outside I unclipped Judge so he can run free and conduct his business. Bridget asked me what kind of dog he was I told her he is a German Sheppard. She asked what is he used for. I told her multiple things."Firstly I get really bad Anxiety and panic attacks. Secondly he is a trained police K-9. But most of all he is my best friend" Bridget laughed and asked "can he do tricks?" I said "yes sure he can but I don't like that hes a working dog not a show dog." she nodded understanding completely and we just had an easy conversation for several minutes. After a few seconds of silence Judge came running towards us. I cliped him back in and we walked back inside.

After desert, I excused myself to the bathroom by now I was feeling really tired and I was getting dizzy. Hoping if I just splash my face I can hopefully fend it off and get through the evening.

That was not meant to be though....

I passed out on the bathroom floor and since Emmanuel was the only person there that judge knew he went to get him to come help me. He tried to wake me up unsuccessfully. I was out. He picked me up carried me to the car he already had waiting. Bridget got in the front seat he was in the back with me. He kept telling me that everything will be ok.

Hospital

We arrived at the hospital at around 22h00. He carried me inside and told them what happened. I was still in a semi comatose state. I could hear most of everything but failed to respond. I remember praying that they won't tell him my secret. I didn't want him involved.