Lena's POV
I must have looked horrible as the presidential bodyguard led me through the White House. The name was fitting. It was indeed a large white house.
They had taken me straight to the airport after I had received the call and got me on the first flight available. An uneasy feeling had settled over me as someone had to accompany me the entire way.
Was I in trouble?
Every time I tried to ask, the person with me remained stoic. Maybe he didn't even know.
I thought about breaking my silence with Cal, just to ask him if this was normal or what to expect. Or even to let him know that I was on my way back to him. But with Mr. Nosy I didn't want to risk it.
I wasn't sure what the President wanted to speak to me about. Or if I was in trouble. So I didn't want to press my luck, or get Cal in trouble as well.