Mr. President (White House) by Katy Evans
Mr. President (White House)
I met the president’s child when we were both youthful. Matthew Hamilton was nice looking, cleaned, and astute. I’d never met a person like him. He guaranteed me that he’d never keep running for president. I guaranteed that in the event that he did, I’d be close by. Two terms later, a welcome to join Matthew Hamilton’s crusade is the most thrilling open door I’ve ever experienced. I’m resolved to have any kind of effect; he is resolved to win. Concentrated on his objective, Matt is ardent, heartless, and incapacitating. Everyone’s eyes are on him, and his fame is surging. In any case, soon, the following conceivable leader of the United States is having me in more routes than one-and regardless of the dangers, I’m vulnerable to stand up to. We’re taking touches, taking minutes, and taking ceaselessly during the evening. Be that as it may, our substance association is rapidly turning out to be perilously combustive, putting my heart as well as Matt’s possibility at the administration hanging in the balance.