The President's Daughter

Chapter Ten

I sit in the taxi in dead silence, looking at what I would miss out on. I feel as if Thomas is watching me, so I turn around to confront him. My instincts were right: he is watching me.
I inhale deeply.
"You like my accent?" Thomas asks with a grin.
"I only wanted to see my mother's grave!" I spit back with venom.
"Well you just can't, I'm sorry."
"I don't need to be baby-sat!"
"Maybe you do!"
I turn away, the anger boiling up inside me.
"How did you know I was here?" I ask, not looking at Thomas.
"None of your business," Thomas answers.
I look at Thomas. "It was Nick, wasn't it?"
Thomas looks confused. "Nick? Who's Nick?"
I roll my eyes. "You're bluffing! You know who Nick is!"
"I don't actually."
"I know you're good at lying! But I can call your bluff!"
"ALEX! I'M NOT LYING!! I DON'T KNOW WHO THE HELL THIS NICK IS!!!"

I am silenced. How dare he treat me like this?

Thomas has always been my father's 'top agent,' and it's apparent why he is. Now since I have witnessed it first hand, I can definitely see why.

The next few seconds go by like they're days. Long... dreary... and awkward. I continue looking out the car window, not caring whether Thomas is glaring at me or not. I realise I don't have my seatbelt on, so I angrily clip it on. I am bored and have no idea how to pass the time, besides talking with Thomas. I slump back in my seat and face Thomas.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
Thomas doesn't bother looking at me. "Home."
I roll my eyes. "Then why aren't we at the airport?"
Thomas laughs. "Good observations. We're going to a hotel first, then we're flying out tomorrow morning in one of your father's private jets."
Great, still time to get out.
"You will be guarded under maximum security," Thomas says as if he'd read my mind.
I sigh in disappointment.

"And I need those things back."
"What things?" I ask, even though I know what Thomas wants back.
"The money and sim card I bribed you with."
I roll my eyes. "I'm sure you'd do the same."
Thomas groans in disappointment. "Only peasants like you think that way!"
I gasp to show attitude. "I'm the peasant?!"
"Yes."
I laugh. "I'm the President's daugh-"
"Blah blah blah blah."
I feel myself getting irritated.
"Just because you're the top agent, it doesn't mean you're the most important person on the block!"
"Yeah, you're right..."

I smile in victory.
"... Because I'm the most important person in the world!"
I clench my jaw to try to keep me from saying something rude.
"So now, give me the items!" Thomas demands.
"No!" I refuse.

Thomas leans over and unclips my seatbelt and pulls me towards him. I try to resist, however, I can't. He reaches in my pockets and pulls the contents out, dangling them in front of my face. He then shoved me back to my seat. I gave him a shocked expression.
"You're father gave me strict orders," Thomas says cheerily.
I reach over and slap Thomas across the face.
"Don't say a word!" I order.
Surprisingly, Thomas keeps quiet for the rest of the dull, long trip to our hotel.