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"Okay dad, I'm going out! I'll be back later!" called Naileah Obama from the bottom of the staircase at the White House.
It was just past noon and her father was probably in the Oval Office, where the likes of JFK, Ronald Reagan, and Jimmy Carter had once sat to lead the country. Her mother was going to be waking up early that morning to run some errands, but she would be back just in time for dinner.
As though knowing his daughter was about to go out, her father appeared at the top of the steps. This early in the day he was dressed to the nines in a finely pressed suit with his crisp shirt and dark blue tie around his neck. Naileah always thought business suits were strange, and to her the ties resembled a noose around his neck, more than anything. He was walking down the stairs as he gave her a reminder, "Don't forget to be back for dinner, Naileah. We invited the Men's National team over to wish them luck before the Copa America."
Leah rolled her eyes, "Why wish them luck? They're gonna lose anyway."
"They're our country's team." Her father reasoned. But she knew he wasn't so much as interested in football as he was in golf. He soon added, "This is a very important dinner, and I want the whole family to be there." The president eyed her suspiciously. He knew his daughter like the palm of his hand, and he knew that a boring dinner was the last place she wanted to be. But it was her duty as the President's daughter and she would have to be there. And he also thought she would have wanted to be there because of the players, but even they weren't enough to sway her opinion on the dinner.
"If they were Lionel Messi..." She trailed off, but heaved a sigh. Only then she would think about going. Of course our country doesn't have guys like that, she thought to herself. All we got was Landon Donovan who thinks its okay to take a piss on a football pitch in Mexico, she cringed internally at the thought.
"Well, your sisters are very excited." The president commented. At least Naileah's other sisters were glad about the opportunity of having dinner with the Men's National team.
Leah finally sighed. "I'll be here, dad. But don't expect me to talk to them." Taking a look at the watch around her wrist, she added, "And I should probably get going. My friends are waiting for me to have lunch."
She gave her father a quick hug and she was out the door. Outside was a black parked car with the engine running, already waiting for her. A member of the secret service seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and opened the door for her. "Where are we taking you today, miss Naileah?" He asked as the president's daughter got into the car.
"Salad Farm." Leah replied with a polite smile.
The secret service body guard nodded and closed the door for her, moving to go sit in the front passenger's seat with the driver. Leah hated the fact that she was forced to be followed around all day by the secret service, but her father always told her that it was for her own safety. Leah was only glad that she only had one guard now. When her father became president, she and her sisters had four guards each whenever they would go out. Over the years she convinced her father that she was okay with just one guard.
