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Fallout

The hammering on Willie Campbell's desk was so loud that it could be heard down the hallway. Over and over again, he pounded his fist onto the cherry wood. His forehead wrinkles became more defined as his face turned bright red. 

"Where the hell is she? What do you mean you can't find her? How the hell can a twenty-two year old go missing so easily?" He lobbed his fist down onto the desk once more with his nostrils flaring. 

Marvin Wilson, the secret service agent who had walked Kiera Campbell directly to her room after her mother's assassination, wasn't just a normal secret service agent. He was the director of the secret service. His duty was to not only supervise and lead secret service agents, but to also work directly with the president when it came to security issues. 

Kiera Campbell had been missing for over two days. With the help of the Washington DC police, the two departments had joined forces to locate her. They had visited multiple businesses in the area and viewed hours of raw security footage. The last time they spotted her on footage was later on Saturday evening. From then on, her whereabouts were unknown. 

It was easy to see why Willie was so pissed off. There was the cheating scandal and then his wife was assassinated on live TV. Now his only daughter was missing. Her car was still parked out in the parking lot. Her laptop was in her bedroom, but it contained no leads.

 They couldn't find her phone. Hyunjin had made sure of that after Changbin and him had loaded an unconscious Kiera into the trunk. They had destroyed the phone by shattering it. The remains of it had been tossed into a random creek afterwards. 

Nobody was ever going to find Kiera Campbell. She had snuck out of the white house and disappeared into the darkness. It made Willie want to pull his hair out. Where the hell was she? Was she kidnapped? Had she run away? Was she dead? He didn't know and it was driving him mad. 

"Our guys are doing all that they can sir," Marvin attempted to calm him down. "The DC police had alerted the public, so they can be on the lookout too. News stations are running alerts live on air right now. We're going to find your daughter." 

"You better or I swear to god I am going t-" 

"Willie," Philip Brooks, the vice president, cut him off. "He's doing his job like he's supposed to." Philip turned his attention back to Marvin. "I'm sorry about him, he's very stressed." 

"I understand," Marvin bowed his head. "If I get an update, you'll be the first to know about it." Without another word, he left the two of them alone in the Oval Office. 

The Oval Office is an oval shaped room that the presidents complete their formal duties in. Willie's desk sat in front of three large windows. They had been draped in golden curtains. An array of golden framed artwork hung around the room. White pillars hung small handcrafted statues from centuries ago. A large American flag and a flag with the presidential seal sat behind Willie. 

Philip sat in a black plush chair beside Willie's desk. His lips had been pushed out into a taught pout. His blond hair had been swept back which revealed his widow's peak. He glanced over at Willie with bright blue eyes wondering if he should offer some sort of comfort to his friend. 

Willie sat staring off into the distance. He had folded his fingers together and let his elbows rest on the table. His mind was full of a wild array of thoughts. He didn't know where his daughter was or who she was with. He had no idea what she was doing. If he didn't know what she was doing, it meant that he couldn't control the narrative. 

"Willie?" 

"Hmm?" 

"Are you okay?" 

"I'm just thinking." 

"About what?" 

"You know that man that we hired to take care of Beverly?" 

Philip nodded his head.  

"Do you still have his contact information?" 

"Of course." 

A spark lit up behind Willie's eyes. The edge of his mouth upturned into the start of a smirk. Maybe his daughter's disappearance hadn't been such a bad thing after all. He had already been showered with pity after his wife's assassination. 

Colorful bouquets of flowers, warm casseroles from his closest friends, card after card of pity, and the money. Donation after donation being given to him in her honor. That money was supposed to go towards her funeral, but he already had plenty of money. 

He had already told her friends that what remained after the funeral would be evenly distributed along the charities she supported. That money would never touch the charities that Beverly endorsed. Instead, he had funneled it all into his bank account. 

If the one thing humanity is good at, it's finding empathy for their fellow humans. No matter which side of the political scale you're on, if a bad thing happens to someone's loved ones, it's hard not to feel a bit bad. Sympathies had even flooded in from the general public about his wife. 

Imagine what they'd do if his daughter was dead too. Missing? Of course not, he'd rewrite the story. His daughter went out for a walk when she was kidnapped against her will. Taken to an unknown location to be disposed of because she was his daughter. His head buzzed with idea after idea. 

"Willie? Are you alright? You're scaring me." 

The smirk across Willie's face only grew. "I'm perfectly fine, I've never been better." 

He didn't dare tell Philip his plans about his daughter. Philip had already struggled with the assassination plan for his wife. He had only gone along with it to save his public image. Not to mention, Philip had a soft spot for Kiera. 

The moment the news broke about Beverly, the media flipped sides. It was no longer about Beverly Campbell cheating, it was about her death. They had claimed that the whole thing was such an unfortunate pity. He could only imagine the public outrage that would happen when Kiera Campbell's body was found. 

"Can you get me that guy's information again? I'm going to make sure that we find my daughter safe and sound. Maybe he knows someone that can help us." 

"Of course. Why didn't I think of that? Do you have a piece of paper?" 

Willie grabbed a pen and notebook and handed it towards Philip. He watched in silence as Philip scribbled on the page. He let himself flop back into his chair with a sigh. 

If everything went to plan, he'd be the only remaining member of the Campbell family left.