The Agent's Priority

C11

"No. I am not dropping University just because of the stupid threat they have done"

Timothy stood abruptly the same brown eyes he inherited from his father set on a glare in anger and disbelief

The culprit who made the gunshot event this morning was yet to be identified meaning we still haven't got a single lead to answer who is/are behind this, what is they're intention, when would they strike again, and why did they sent such a warning.

The fact that he was able to slip through that many security and inspectors around every nook and area it was obvious the person's not just a simple prankster with personal intentions

He's obviously with someone... a group perhaps? That got him out and clean all the traces afterwards

Supposedly in this type of situations I personally scour the area to investigate and look for leads myself, but since I'm on a royal guarding duty my presence in this private meet was demanded

Crossing my leg on the other I slouch back in my seat, my arm laying across my stomach while the other propped against the arm rest twirling a pen between my fingers lazily as I watch at the commotion

Normally Timothy would be sporting that mischeivous side and smirk not letting such drama get the best of him.

But who could blame him? Infact he have every right to be mad and disagree to his father who get to decide over his own life and possible future

Running down the memory lane aren't we Zaia?

"I could and I will, if it means that I get to keep you safe" the President stated cooly staring his son down before clearing his throat before swiping his intense stare at the Secret Service chief who is also seated across the long table "I appreciate you gentlem—"

"Since when did you start caring about your sons father?" Timothy spat glaring heatedly at his father who tensed before glaring at his son as he glared at him back"I am not dropping out of the university
and that's final."

My eyes narrowed and my lips thinned at the blurted revelation, suspicion creeping up my spine compared to those around us who has practically turned quiet as a mule with their eyes wide as saucers

Sons? His file says about how he was an only son and child of the President and the first Lady. That is unless...

Mr. President turned stiff before forcing a loud sigh of exasperation before gesturing to the agents next to him

"Kindly escort my son up to his room for him to rest, he's done for the day."

With one last glare directed to his father he walked casually as possible out of the conference meeting room not waiting for the said Secret Service to escort him out

Glancing at the double doors he banged shut I can't help but feel sympathetic for the guy

Exhaling through my mouth quietly Lance nudged my knee with his from next to me and gave me an assuring nod

Mr. President straighten his tie and blazer before tapping at his conference microphone indicating that he was about to talk

"So about the death threat that was sent to intentionally scare my son, earlier at the mall where you—" he pointed to me and Lance which I involuntarily raised an eyebrow "two took him without my permission in allowing him to go to such a public place where more dangerous events might possibly happen to him which in fact just happened a while ago"

I see where this is going...

"Pardon me Mr. President." I interrupt starting polite and proffesional as I sat straighter on my chair "if I remembered correctly sir Timothy's mother, the first lady, granted us permission and allowed him to go where he pleased as long as he stayed safe and guarded at all times" I stated loud and firm into my own conference microphone infront of me as I stare at his wrinkly brown eyes which twitches not expecting me to say something at all