“Ma'am.” The guard called again, getting Racheal’s attention. “This way.”

She looked at him. He did not seem to be giving her any choice, so she went with him.

They left the rooftop without anyone noticing, and rode the elevator down, the party music fading into the background.

They stepped out of the elevator, and a surprisingly large troupe of presidential guards led her to the president’s suite. This was her first time in this part of the villa since she arrived here.

She ...