Behind Closed doors

Chapter 1

Like some of you here, I have been hypnotized by the many edits on Kamala on tiktok and the fanfics are reaaally missing.

"Madam President, your schedule for the day," a young, poised aide announced, handing a neatly bound stack of papers to the woman seated behind the resolute desk.

"Thank you, Sam," Kamala replied, her eyes not straying from the brief she was signing. Sam, her assistant nodded and retreated, closing the door softly behind her. The weight of the title she bore never ceased to amaze her, nor did the responsibilities it entailed. Her office, once a bastion of power for so many before her, now echoed with her footsteps and the quiet hum of the air conditioning.

Her gaze finally lifted to her assistants retreating figure, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness wash over her. It wasn't the job itself that was isolating; it was the constant barrier that had grown between her and those around her. Everyone saw her as the President first, and the woman second. Every interaction felt scripted, every smile forced, every touch a calculated move. That, she knew it comes along with the success, the pride and honor of being the leader of the free world.

What she didn't know was that one of her newest employees shared the same feeling. Being a young female bodyguard isn't always easy, especially in a man's world. But seeing a strong woman like Kamala elected as the first female president gave her hope for change. That's why she applied to join her security team two months ago.

Agent Lauren Castellanos had been assigned to her after the last security breach. Young, sharp-eyed, and fiercely protective, she had proven herself to be more than capable in her role. President Harris had noticed the way she moved through the West Wing with an ease that belied her age, her eyes always scanning the room, her hand always near her weapon. There was something comforting about her presence, something that made the weight of the world seem a bit lighter.

The President's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening again. She looked up to see Agent Castellanos stepping in, her expression unreadable. "Madam President, we have a situation." Her voice was calm, but the urgency in her eyes was palpable. Harris felt her heart quicken as she set aside her papers and stood up, her mind racing through the potential threats that could necessitate such an interruption. The tension in the room grew as the young agent approached, her hand reaching for the President's elbow in a silent gesture of support.

"What's happening?" President Harris asked, her eyes searching Castellanos' for answers. The agent's grip tightened slightly, a reassurance that she had everything under control.

"There's been an incident in the press briefing room," Castellanos began, her eyes never leaving hers. "We need to move you to the secure location immediately."

The President nodded, a steely resolve hardening her features. She knew the drill. But as she allowed the younger woman to lead her out of the office, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was the start of something more than just a routine evacuation.

They moved swiftly through the hallowed halls of the West Wing, the clack of their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. Castellanos' hand was firm but gentle on her arm, guiding her through the labyrinth of corridors and checkpoints. Kamala took a deep breath, the scent of leather from the agent's jacket mingling with the faint aroma of the antique wood that lined the walls. It was a strange comfort in the face of chaos.

As they reached the secure elevator, Castellanos paused to scan their surroundings. The tension in her body was a palpable force, her eyes flickering over every shadow, every unmoving object. President Harris felt the young agent's tension, and it resonated within her own chest. But she also felt something else - a warmth, a connection that she hadn't felt in a very long time. It was as if, in that moment, the barriers that had been built around her were momentarily forgotten.

The doors slid open, and they stepped inside, the agent's hand reaching for the control panel. The elevator descended smoothly, the only sound the muffled beeping of the security system. Kamala leaned back against the cool metal wall, watching Castellanos' profile as she focused on their destination. The young agent's jaw was set, her eyes intense, and the President found herself drawn to the fierce determination that radiated from her.

As the elevator slowed to a halt, the agent turned to her, the tension in her posture shifting slightly. "We're almost there, Madam President," she said, her voice low and steady. "Stay behind me."

The doors opened to reveal a dimly lit corridor, the air thick with the anticipation of the unknown. Castellanos stepped out, her hand on her gun, eyes searching for any signs of trouble. President Harris followed closely, her heart racing as the reality of the situation sank in. They had walked this path together before, but this time felt different. Fear and anxiety were involved.

As they moved down the corridor, the President found her eyes lingering on the agent's form, the way her muscles flexed with each step, the way her hair fell in loose waves around her face. She was so focused on the young woman that she almost didn't notice the gentle touch as Castellanos pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, a gesture that was both protective and intimate.

"Everything is gonna be alright." Lauren said to her softly.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world outside the bunker faded away. The only thing that existed was the two of them, the rhythm of their breaths, and the undeniable pull that had been growing between them. It was a moment frozen in time, a secret shared in the shadow of danger.

The President felt a warmth spread through her, a sensation she hadn't experienced in a long time. With everything that had happened in her career, she felt that she and Doug had grown distant. Yet, there it was unmistakable and undeniable. She knew she shouldn't act on it, that it was inappropriate, that it could ruin everything. But she also knew that sometimes, in the face of uncertainty, all you had was the truth of what was right in front of you.

And in that moment, the truth was Agent Lauren Castellanos.