Saving the President's Daughter by Dezi Dixon

Author:Dezi Dixon [Dixon, Dezi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dezi Dixon

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On the projection screen behind her, a cartoon image of cigarette cartons in bright fun colors lit up the screen.

Flavors named Hawaiian Hibiscus, Pink Passionfruit, and Cool Caribbean.

My mouth dropped open in horror.

No way. Was it April Fool’s Day? Surely, I’d found myself on one of those hidden camera shows where they’d jump out and say surprise at any second. Was Ashton Kutcher hiding in the hallway?

“I just love the names,” my manager continued flipping through slides of cigarette boxes posing with different landscapes. “They’re giving us a lot to work with on this one.”

My subconscious grumbled. Holy crap, think of what the headlines will say if anyone found out I’m part of this campaign.

White House daughter supports underage smoking.

The Pane family kills teenagers.

It would be a political nightmare.

I’d been halfway into a panic attack, trying to control my breathing, when the large window that took up one wall of the conference room rattled as something hitting it hard. I laid my head low ducking for cover as a second object hit the window with a thud and splat.

“What the hell?” Melinda said from her podium.

When the window glass didn’t shatter, I rolled back my chair and stood up before walking to the window and peering outside to the ground.

Four floors below a mass of people had congregated and set up camp outside the building’s front doors. Signs were held high above their heads, but the words were too small to read from our location as they jostled in the air. A row of them chanted something and circled in the back of the group.

A white round object flew at the window and I flinched as the egg contacted the glass, burst open, and then a runny egg goop smeared down the pane.

“Crap.”

The employees, me included, huddled at the windows looking out as someone using a megaphone began a rhyming chant.

When the topic was important, protesters always amassed. My time in the White House should have made me immune to such sights, but my stomach rolled from being on this side of the glass rather than the other.

The conference room door opened, but I couldn’t draw my head away from the scene outside to bother discovering who interrupted our meeting.

“Ursula,” his deep voice called my name, and I flinched. “It’s time to go.”

It appeared we weren’t the only people who noticed the commotion.

I lowered my head and stepped away from the window. For possibly the first time since he became my hired guard, I listened to Ferris without question or complaint. It would be a magnificent feat alone to get me out of this building without my picture in half the newspapers tomorrow morning. And if he pulled it off, he didn’t need me giving him any crap to get it done.

In fact if it worked, tomorrow morning I’d be thanking him for keeping me out of the tabloids.

It was time to head home for the afternoon and decide how to get myself out of the mess I’d created before word of it reached my parents.

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