Megan's visit

"You have to swap with me." That's my daughter we're talking about!"

"You mean our daughter?' The crazed voice sounds sarcastic.

"You…I will take any shit from you, but not my daughter, so you shut up and swap with me!!"

Okay, his voice was now clearly enraged.

"Ok…ok, take it easy, bro. OK, I'll swap with you."

"Good!"

Mark Black suddenly felt a calm tingle as he got control of his body again. He started approaching the door, twisting the handle and walking out.

Sometime later, he was strolling side by side with the middle-aged man, who seemed to be a butler of some sort.

"Where is she?" Mark Black asked with excitement.

It was now every time he got to see his daughter, so he was feeling elated.

"She is in the living complex." The man said in a respectful tone.

Sometime later—

Mark Black arrived in what appeared to be a living room. However, what caught his attention was the figure seated at the sofa chair with a glass of juice in her grasp.

"Papa," she suddenly said as she dashed towards Mark Black and hugged him in a tight embrace.

Up closer, the woman was Megan Black. But it would be hard to recognize her because she had taken off her make-up and was now dressed in corporate wear.

It was safe to say she looked like a corporate worker. But one wouldn't call her that if they knew the kind of business she operates.

"You.. little girl, why didn't you tell this old man you were coming?" Mark Black had a large smile cracking on his face.

"I wanted to surprise you!" She laughed playfully as she dragged him to sit on the couch.

"What about Swine and Mom?" Megan black. I mean, Anita Black said.

"Those two; they went to Paris for some silly show, which I never cared to find out about."

"Are you sure, or you didn't have the time for that?"

Anita Black, code name Megan Black, knew how busy her father was. That was one of the reasons she didn't visit often because she felt he was a busy man who had an entire country to rule.

"Yeah, you could say that. I wanted to tag along with them, but, you know…this country needs a leader."

"Yeah, it needs a leader before these supes blow it up into shambles," Megan replied with a cold gleam in her gaze.

'I like your daughter; I mean our daughter's attitude. Unlike you, I can see that she has the heart to kill. I know that look. That's the look of someone who has been murdered before.' The familiar, crazed voice reverberated in Mark's head.

For a moment, Mark felt the ringing noise in his head, and he was tempted to clutch it to subdue the pain it brought along. However, he didn't, because that would make his daughter worry and think that he was sick.

'she isn't like that, you bastard. My daughter is a sweet girl, and she wouldn't kill. So stop talking bullshit! Mark retorted.

The voice didn't reply again.

"So Anita, you like to look around?" Mark suggested as he got up.

After his election as president, Megan hadn't visited that much, so the latter didn't know the White House that much.

"Okay!"

Actually, she wasn't interested in looking around, but since it was her father's request, she didn't mind.

Sometime later, the duo strolls along a lengthy hallway.

This hallway was bustling with crowds of office-looking people who were all occupied doing their own things with flat files in their grasp.

However, after catching a glimpse of the president, all the employees rushed towards him and saluted him with respect and regard in their glints.

'This was supposed to be my turn. I was supposed to be the one enjoying all this respect these lowly beings are giving you!'

'Would you shut up? Stop screaming in my head for Christ's sake!' Mark Black said through gritted teeth.

Anita noticed this, but she didn't say anything.

The crazed voice continued:

'you know? I can just take control and make you run naked around the white house. Hehehe!"

Mark's eyes bulged, and veins started popping on his face.

'Try it! Just try it, and I'll just commit suicide, then bye-bye to the world!

'Huff, calm down, I was joking!"

Mark inwardly prays that it is a joke because it won't be good for his reputation. It would certainly be a headline in the news if that kind of situation occurred. 'The president with his little dragon running around the White House? That won't be good.'

'papa, are you ok?" Anita asked. All this time, she had been staring at her father and all the weird facial expressions he had been making.

"Nothing, just having an inner monologue with myself." He flashed a kind smile.

In a way, he was actually having an inner monologue, but it wasn't with himself.

He had to lie because he didn't want to drag his family close to the psychopath in his head.

'He thinks I'm a kid, huh? That clearly looks clearly like someone who is having trouble. I wonder what he is thinking.' Anita thought as they left the hall. and arrived at what appeared to be a library.

The library had towering shelves that seemed endless and kept going and going, making it hard to see the end of them. The place also reeked of books.

"Papa, what's the point of this place? If the shelves are this high?"

It seems strange for bookshelves to be this high.

"It said that at the top of those shelves are secret books that would make you the strongest ruler on earth!"

*Scoff* Anita couldn't help but roll her eyes at the remark. If there was something like that in here, then why wasn't the place unguided and kept open like this? Wrong, she knew that there were shadow guards everywhere in the White House.

It wouldn't be surprising if all the people skimming through the pile of books were all guards.

Sometime later, Anita asked, "What is the book like?"

"The book? I'm sorry I can't tell you that, even though you're my daughter. It's not like I don't trust you, but it's for the better if you don't know."

'Okay, it seems like I'll steal this book; from what he is saying, it must be a very important book.

'I wonder what kind of stuff would be in there?' A rebellious glint swirled in Anita's eyes.

'If the book is as important and real as he said, I might as well gift it to Hon; I'm sure he'll make good use of it."

Anita Black cast another glare at the towering bookshelves.

Meanwhile, the voice in Mark's head whispered. 'Your daughter is up to something, and it's not good."

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