Mr. President

Chapter 22

~*~*UNKNOWN POV*~*~

They don't realize how easy that was... All I had to do was fake a name, and I'm in the White House? Oh, not to mention a little kidnapping but this is childsplay compared to what I'm used to.

*Twenty minutes prior at the front gate of the White House*

"Hello, my name is Talia Taylor? I've got a delivery for the White House culinary staff." I said as I rolled my window down to talk to the guard at the gate.

"Ummm... I didn't think there was a delivery for today... But let me call the top chef and-"

"Oh no, that won't be necessary. You see, this was a surprise delivery. Seeing as his daughter came to live with him recently, someone a little less important made an order for a special dinner between Mr. Thomas, his daughter, and-quite possibly- the President." I batted my eyelashes, sounding as innocent as possible. "So if you wouldn't mind buzzing me in so I can get all this stuff unloaded for the kitchen staff to be able to start their work, that'd be great."

The guard looked at me cautiously, pondering the validity of my claim. "Fine... I'll get right on that. But first, I need to see in the back of your truck." He said after a while.

"If you must then you must, but I don't see the need for this. All that's back there is food and other supplies for the White House help." I said, getting irritated.

"Sorry, ma'am, just following protocol." The guard replied walking to the back of the truck.

*~*~ Savannah's POV ~*~*
"Hello? Hello? Could I get a little help here?" An annoyed voice buzzed through a speaker in my room. I look at the screen next to me to see a lady who for some reason looked faintly familiar..
"I'll send someone down to open the door for you." I buzzed back. I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her.. But from where? Why did I know her?
I headed down to the main hall, not caring that I didn't change into actual clothes before heading downstairs.
"Well what a pleasant surprise! You finally decided to join us at," he looked down at the watch on his wrist, "6 am. You realize that everyone else was down around 5 right?"
"Yes, Max, I realize that everyone else has things they need to be doing at the butt-crack of dawn. But I, on the other hand, do not, and I will not apologize for enjoying my sleep. So if you will excuse me, I am kinda on a mission, and you should be getting ready to leave." You definitely do not mess with Savannah Grace this early in the morning.
I head to the door and press the open button. In trots this portly woman with little legs.
"Hello, hello! I'm the delivery gal! Got you some good eats, if you would be so kind as to show me to the kitchen?" She waddled up to me with her sausage link fingers extended.
I shook her hand and we headed for the kitchen.
"... And-oh honey- let me tell you! Those grapefruits and apples and all look absolutely scrumptious!" She was babbling.
"I'm sorry, but I literally just woke up, and I'm not much of a morning person. And besides that, what is your name? I didn't catch it when you first came through.." I had a short temper this morning.
"Ahh yes! I'm Talia Taylor," and she began to babble once more.
As we walked into the kitchen I left her with a slight nod. "Well, here's the kitchen! Hope everything goes smoothly!"