The rest was welcome on this short trip. Samantha and I had shared a room, so the two of us were getting ready for the official meeting that would be taking place in the early evening. The channel the television was on kept,showing images of the president meeting with foreign dignitaries this morning.

After fixing her hair into a beehive so her uniform hat would fit nicely, she helped braid my hair and pin it in a flat spiral on the back of my head. The yellow Bobby pins with the black lace were used, and accentuated the dark colored hair really well. It also made getting the undergarments, and the dress over me, much easier than it had been previously.

"Taylor, I know I probably won't get an answer, but why the sudden need to talk with the President?" Sam asked as I straightened her neck tabs.

"Since the Ambassador's return from the middle east, he, and his staff, have been looking into her old records. He has tripped some of the magic safeguards I had put into place to try and reduce some of the greediness that comes with knowing an immortal is within your grasp." I look her in the eyes as her neck tab was now correct. "I came to remind him of our treaty, forcefully if nessiccary." I grabbed the white clutch purse off the bed that matched my shoes. "Don't worry, I won't kill him." I smiled at her.

The look on her face told me that I wasn't believed.

We walked to the hotel lobby, where we met the rest of our entourage. We looked quite the party, all formal, and dolled up. My clutch had some light makeup in it for touchups, as well as a single hygiene pad, just in case, so it would not be leaving my hands tonight, as the timing is getting pretty close for me needing it.

"Are we all ready?" Noelle asked. It was obvious Sierra had still not been told where we were going, and her reactions were just as ammusing as the building trepidation on Will and Leah's faces as we got closer to our purpose.

As nods began, Erica began scanning outside the doors, without moving her feet.

"Erica," I start; and she faces me, "Secret Service has had us under surveillance since we got off the plane, I think we should leave that in their capable hands." I pointed to a bus boy who was obviously too old, and much too large; any hotel would not have had this body type doing that work; he would have made a perfect footman, but not a bus boy.