The President's Daughter

Chapter Twenty Four

She was looking outside the window, watching a black BMW slowly crawling to the entrance of the building.
"Is she finally here?" she asked him.
She heard his footsteps approach her.
"Yes, she is here," he answered. "After much struggle, we have finally got her back."
She smiled to herself. "Go down and greet them for me. Make sure they come here and not elsewhere, like they did the other time. I have started to lose trust in them."

The driver stayed in the car while I and the other man got out of the car. I thought about running for a split second, however, what was the point of that when the driver would simply catch up to me?
Not if I slam the driver into the steering wheel and then...

Stop!! I said to myself. There is no way you will go far in this current circumstance. Besides, I am curious about my grandmother.

I follow the man into the front entrance of the building. He walks me down a marble hall that is so bright I am forced to shield my eyes from the brightness with my hand.
"You still don't know my name do you?" the man asks.
"Am I obligated to know?"  I retort.
The man laughs. "No, not really, but call me Steven. You will have no choice but to know me."
I roll my eyes. "Me, getting to know you? That's just like these Government secrets not currently circulating everywhere because they haven't been leaked!"

Steven clamps my mouth shut.
"I wouldn't even go there if I were you," he warns sternly.

Someone grabs Steven's shoulder from behind and spins him around.
"I believe that Alexandra is here to see Alvarez." The voice belongs to a man.
Steven nods. "Yes she is."
The man grabs me by the arm and pulls me away.
"Wait in your car," the man commands, "And whatever you do, don't. You will further break away from Alvarez' trust."
Steven nods and walks off while the man holding my arm drags me to an elevator. I don't try to break away..

She waits at the doors of the elevators, feeling a small degree of excitement over meeting her daughter once again, after all, she hasn't seen her daughter ever since she went into her exclusion period. How long ago was that? Almost a decade? She wasn't sure, as her own time of segregation from other people had had a toll on her memory. She had almost gone insane.

The elevator reached her floor and the doors opened. She took a deep breath of excitement while a smile infected her face. Her heart started racing, her dream of seeing her daughter again making her happy. He was standing there, as usual...

But she wasn't.

Her smile was wiped clean off her face as she saw her granddaughter rather than her own daughter. She saw her granddaughter who most likely had her father's wicked mindset and evil character. She had quite literally just met the devil.

"Well, hello," her granddaughter said. "I thought you were dead."

Rage consumed her. How could she get this?

She slapped her granddaughter across the face.