Ivy, Sasha and Cedric followed the guard hesitantly.
"Why would the President want to meet us?" Sasha asked, walking right beside Ivy.
"I don't know, Sasha. I am wondering the same." Ivy replied. It was true, she herself did not know why the President had asked her to meet him.
"Is it because of the questions you asked him during the press meet?" Cedric said, making Ivy and Sasha stop in their feet.
"What questions?" Sasha raised her eyebrows confused.
"I don't think that's the reason," Ivy said, although she was unsure herself.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. The President is angry. Your questions made him angry." Cedric said hyperventilating.
"Relax. It's going to be alright." Ivy said again. But this time she was sacred too. What if Cedric's words were true? What if she had really angered the President?"
"Can anybody tell me what are you talking about?" Sasha said annoyed.
