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President's daughter (part 1)

*flashback*

"I want you to be my daughter's security detail agent y/l/n."

"Yes mr president." You recited, giving him a nod.

You were originally hired as the security detail for President Jauregui. However, he had given you the strictest of orders to ensure that his daughter was kept safe at all times.

"I'll do everything in my power to keep her safe."

"Thankyou." He replied sincerely, knowing that he could trust you to do the job.

With that, you left the office and headed into the corridor. You looked down the long corridor and knew that you should greet your new "client", so you set off walking down the familiar hall.

You turned various corners and walked to the residence wing of the White House, heading to where the president's daughter was.

Lauren was a "First Child" as the press called her. She was the presidents 20 year old daughter.

Whilst being exciting, being family of the president was still extremely dangerous. Therefore, you were going to ensure that she would be safe at all times.

You finally reached her room and knocked gently on the door.

After the sound of feet and then the turn of the door knob, you were greeted by the infamous Lauren Jauregui.

"Hello?" She asked, with a soft smile on her face.

"Miss Jauregui, i'm agent y/l/n, i'm your new security detail." You told the 20 year old. "Your father gave me strict orders to maintain your safety."

The beautiful brunette looked to your badge, then opened the door wider. "Oh, hi nice to meet you. My father told me that I would be getting a new security guard." She greeted.

"Nice to meet you too Miss Jauregui."

"call me Lauren, it's much more informal." She replied, reaching out her hand to shake yours.

"Okay, uhm Miss Jauregu- I mean Lauren, I am assigned to you, so I will ensure your safety, but will try to remain invisible." You informed, as it was important in your job to be present but to not interrupt.

*end of flashback*

A few weeks later, and remaining the main security detail for the president's daughter, you were accompanying the first family to a important public event.

From the past few weeks, you soon learnt that Lauren was more nervous and shy than she would like to show. Therefore, she allowed you to walk in front of her, out of the White House and onto the balcony.

You followed the various security guards out onto the open platform, to see the huge crowds gathered in the White House grounds.

"You okay?" You asked, turning to reassure the nervous woman.

She only gave a nod, then took your hand, looking for any safe haven as her family stood by her side.

You gently squeezed her hand in yours, trying to maintain professionalism but feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

The truth was that over the past few weeks, from being her direct safety, you had grown close the the first daughter.

She had also grown closer to you, she was more willing to let her guard down; she felt that she could trust and depend on you.

Plus, you both had feelings for each other, but neither one of you dared to admit it. Therefore, you tried to remain professional boundaries, but it was growing more difficult as the weeks passed by.

"I'm nervous." She whispered, faking a smile for the various camera's.

You turned back to her and gave her a soft smile, "i'm right here." You whispered back and she nodded gratefully.

You squeezed her hand once more, then everyone's attention turned to her father.

The President took to the middle of the platform and the crowd went wild, he was a very popular and influential person.

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A few minutes into the welcoming speech, you heard a crackling over the hidden ear piece that you had fitted.

Then you heard the clear voice of one of your colleagues, "Agent y/l/n, we have a situation-"

However, before he could finish his sentence the piercing sound of a gunshot could be heard.

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You heard a loud shout, and instantly snapped your head to Lauren, thinking the worst.

You quickly scanned her and then realised that she was fine, so you pulled her down to the ground, sheltering her body with yours.

Then you heard another loud groan of pain. You turned to the right and realised that the President was laying on the ground, with a gunshot wound to his shoulder.

He was shouting out in immense pain, when the security team and various staff rushed to his aid, some clearly in shock.

Clara was also now in shock, her eyes wide and then she broke down into tears and screams.