"This is stupid!" Amelia yelled for what seemed like the hundredth time today. She wore a scowl on her face as if to emphasize her point.
Amelia's boss wiped his brow with his hand. He had enough of her growing temper for the day. "Everything is stupid to you."
Amelia was well aware of the formality and respect she should be showing to her boss, but for some reason, her lessons in mannerism flew out of her mind. "That's because everything you do is stupid! You're just a stupid, old buffoon!" Her arms were flung in the air as she paced the room.
"Security." A voice said from the phone.
"Yes, can somebody escort Amelia Jones home?" Trump's voice was laced in utter annoyance. When the phone clicked off, Trump cleared his vocals before addressing the girl once more. "Why don't you get some rest and maybe you'll tire of this tantrum you're throwing."
Tantrum? How dare this man suggest she was throwing a childish tantrum? "Look here, bub. I do not throw tantrums! You're just a dick!"
Amelia only ended her rant due to hearing another person in the room clear his voice. She whipped her head around to find the head of the White House security team, Mr. Dewalt, giving her a disapproving glance.
"Finally." Trump breath out. "Can you get this child out of my office? She's been nothing but a nuisance."
Amelia dared Dewalt to fulfill her boss' request. She crossed her arms acrossed her chest to prove just how serious she was. Dewalt was stern, however, and had known Amelia for the past twenty-two years that he had been in the Secret Service. He often had the luxury of being responsible for her wellbeing and keeping her out of trouble. "Amelia, would you like to come with me?"
She knew that he wasn't really asking, but she bit out a sharp reply. "No!"
"Geeze! Can't you like ground her or something?" Trump muffled out in a fit. He had been stuck dealing with the teenager ever since he entered the office. "She's constantly fighting with me and she keeps back talking and causing trouble."
Dewalt's lip curled into a smile. "Oh, I think I can do better than grounding her." Amelia relaxed her arms as she stared at him with a confused look. Dewalt addressed her as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "It was made explicitly clear to me that nobody is allowed to harm this girl, but should discipline be needed, your father said we could call anytime."
Amelia, slightly embarrassed, blushed as she spoke quieter than she had before. "He's not my father."
"Who's her father?" Trump voiced above her.
Dewalt heard the sulking in Amelia's voice and knew he was on the right track. "My apologies, Miss. I should have said mother. Francis is your father, right?"
Amelia was less amused at his correction. Before she could speak once more, she heard the ringing of a phone on the speaker of Dewalt's cell.
It didn't take long for a groggy Englishman to answer the phone. "Kirkland."
"Hello, Mr. Kirkland. This is Calvin Dewalt, U.S. Secret Service. You gave me this number a while back and told me to give you a call if I ever had an issue with Amelia Jones."
"Is she alright?" Arthur spoke up, concern oozing from his voice.
"She is physically fine." Dewalt announced quickly to ease Arthur's tension. "I'm afraid that the reason I'm calling today is that the president and myself have been having a hard time controlling Amelia's outbursts and tantrums. You assured me that you would be the right person to call if I ever experienced this issue."
Amelia's face began to pout. She hated being talked to as if she were nothing more than a child. She was also embarrassed to hear that Arthur had specifically told her security organization to call him encase she misbehaved.
Arthur sighed deeply into the receiver. "Put her on."
"You're on speaker phone, sir."
"Amelia?" Arthur was asking her to make her presents known.
"Yes, Arthur?" Amelia didn't hold back on her attitude.
"Amelia Jones!" Arthur scolded. "You know better than to use that tone of voice with me, young lady. What's this I hear about you being disrespectful to your boss? You know better than that!"
"But he's being disrespectful to me!" Arthur could hear the whine in Amelia's voice.
"Amelia, you better listen to me. If you don't pull yourself together right now and knock off that attitude, you will be in for a serious lecture. I swear, if I get one more phone call like this, I will catch the next flight out and you and I will not be having a pleasant conversation." Amelia's eyes dropped to the floor as she was scolded by her father figure. She knew what Arthur was implying by his words. She knew that if something else were to happen and he gets called again because of her behaviour, she'd find herself over Arthur's knees, probably on the receiving end of a slippering. "Do I make myself clear?"
Amelia nodded her head, only to realize Arthur couldn't see her. For some reason, it was then that her emotions finally sunk in. "I understand." Amelia quickly changed the perturbedness in her voice to anxiety. "But Arthur, when are you coming to visit?"
Arthur blew a heavy breath. "Sweetie, you know I'd love to come out there right now if I could, but I've got way too much going on. I'm sure you do too." Amelia wanted to argue with Arthur, but she caught herself. She didn't want to give away her emotions, knowing there were other people in the room witnessing the conversation. "Until I do see you again, I need you to promise me you will behave and you will not cause any more trouble. I'd hate for the next time I see you to be because I need to discipline you." A red blush grew on Amelia's face. 'Why did he have to be so embarrassing?' Amelia thought. "Anyway, I love you, but I have to get back to work. Goodbye, Pumpkin."
"Bye, Arthur." Amelia tried her best to hide the tear that slid down her cheek. She missed Arthur.