The white house...

Without warning the pilot jammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a stop. Philip studied the environment. "I guess this is White House."

"You are looking at the president's territory," the pilot said.

Philip's mouth opened and closed with an only an air escaping it.

"It seems unbelievable, right?" Catherine asked tremendously.

"Today I'm standing at the territory that can shake the world. This is extraordinary," Philip said immensely. "I am sure the dead cells in my body are gonna jump back to life once I see the man who rules a country with a golden spoon."

"I am in love with my country's president but when it comes to Mr. Joe Biden, I will say it's deep," Catherine said.

"And you claim you are a Christian," Philp said flat - footedlh.

Catherine laughed. "I am a human being not a robot. I can fall madly in love with anyone or anything, that doesn't make me a pagan, does it?

Philip breathed out. "What are these men doing?"

"They are guards. They are scanning the car for bugs."

"I beg your pardon?" Philip stressed out his words.

"Forget about it Mr. Philip," the pilot said. 

"Oh my God! I did not bring my passports," Philp said, he suddenly felt a wave of panic as he realized where he was. "They are not necessary," the pilot assumed.

"The president had a standing arrangement with the U.S security.

Philip watched, dumbfounded as the pilot gave the guard an ID. The sentry ran it through an electronic authentication device. The machine flahed green. 

"Passengers names?"

"Philip Godsent and Catherine Wilson."

"Guest of?"

"The president."

The sentry arched his eyebrows. He turned and checked a computer print out, verifying it against the data on his computer screen. Then he returned to the window. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Philp and Mrs. Catherine.

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The car shot off again, accelerating another one hundred yards. Looming before them was the white house, big and massive. Whiter than snow itself, it really maintained its name. Philip was totally amazed by the building's striking designs. He has always always been find of architecture. 

"The white house," the pilot said while gesturing his hand towards the building. Philip sat up straight in bewilderment as the driver swung the car around and brought it to a stop in front of the White House, Washington DC.