My One-Night Stand Turned Out To Be Mr. President?

wly inaugurated president would be visiting the Department of Energy, where she

t, clapped his hands briskly to grab everyone's attention.

the hallway, Kaelyn su

ed away, retreating a step a

ell. "Jemma, what's t

aze briefly but

Kaelyn's motive for drugging her, s

ers sagged, and she said softly, "I'm sorry, Je

e liquid spilled as she handed it over. Jemma had a bad feeling and stepped back ins

ma tried to clean the sta

hat on purpose, didn't you? You're trying to stop me fr

ou accuse me of that, Jemma? It was

ith a tissue towa

yn away forcefully, realization dawning-Kaelyn had indeed spilled coffe

to the hallway! Jemma, what happened to your blouse? Fix it quickly. If

th, Jemma rushed

heard the door lock behind

ied to open it, but th

ne, she discovered h

f the earlier chaos to swipe her p

he door. "Is anyo

, she noticed a small window. With n

anded safely outside. Wasting no time, she sp

ay, the sound of applause filled

ked by staff. The newly appointed natio

smerizing amber gaze drew everyone in. With a perfectly sculpted nose, defined lips that hinted at a

rmth. The President wore a slight smile, his

in Martin's daughter. My father has been wrongfully accused and used as a scapegoat. Just last night, someone attempted to assassinate him at the pol

ed by a furrowed brow. "Kevi

ze, nodding firm

hing him off guard. Something about them felt familiar-eerily so. His thoughts wandered to

g he had found at the stairwell was identical to the one Kae

arth was