CHAPTER 77
WASHINGTON DC.
WHITE HOUSE.
It was around5:21 p.m. 5:21 p.m. when the Audi Q8 drove me into the white house but got stopped outside the gate.
“I am sorry,sorry, but who are you? You have no badge and no card. Who do you have an appointment with?” The gateman asked Bruce who drove me.
Wait here!” I whispered and exited the vehicle.
“Good morning,morning, I am Taylor Blackwell,Blackwell, and I need to see the president very urgently!”
The man confused me for a second. ”I am sorry, ma, but where is your card or does he have an appointment with you?”
I gulped before answering him. ”I have no card now, and I don't really have an appointment with him, but trust me, I am the only person he wants to see now!”
The man laughed. ”You sound so ridiculous; you're the only one th
