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Francis gulped down his coffee before hearing the front door open. He didn't have to look up to know who had walked into the townhouse. "What did you find?"

"Walker paid each secret service member thirty thousand dollars two days after James's attack." Doug breathed, walking into the kitchen and opening his laptop to show his boss. "There is no history of something like this happening in his financial records, and he used his own personal money to pay them off. He isn't even trying to hide it. If the cops put two and two together and decide to investigate Garrett's involvement-"

"They will find a gold mine." Francis gritted out, turning the laptop to face him fully. He felt the bile rise in his throat thinking of all the time he had spent with Garrett during their whole charade. He turned his gaze to Doug. "Where are the cops in their investigation now?"

Doug held up a broken burner phone. "I gave them a tip about Walker. The news is already talking about the detectives showing up at the White House this morning." He tossed the phone into the trash and held out his hand. "Congratulations, Sir."

Francis shook Doug's hand with a smile. "Thanks, Doug." They both turned when they saw James walk into the kitchen, still in her pajamas. She looked between the two of them as if an explosion was about to occur. "Good morning, princess. Sleep well?"

James walked over and hugged him, closing her eyes when he kissed her head. "Yes, thank you." She slipped from his embrace and turned to Doug, not exactly sure how to go about greeting him or interacting with him. They were barely hanging by a thread the last time they had a real conversation, and they hadn't both been in her parents' company since their relationship became relevant information. She bit her lip, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hey."

"Hey." Doug breathed. His hand itched to reach out to her. Her lip had a scab from where it was split, his handprints as bruises around her neck. Her hair hadn't been combed yet, loose hairs pulled from her ponytail. Her arms and legs had bruises, more of his handiwork. She looked like she had just survived hell, and he couldn't love her more. "I'm glad you're okay."

James gave him a small smile before glancing down at herself. "I probably look like a train wreck."

"You look beautiful." Doug uttered the words before he even thought about them. He realized Francis was still in the room and blushed, looking down at his feet. His embarrassment was quickly forgotten though when he saw James grinning at him, her own blush flooding her cheeks.

Francis cleared his throat, keeping his eyes trained on the newspaper. "Darlin', why don't you go change into something nice? We are going to the White House today, and Doug and I have some more things to discuss."

James frowned but moved to walk by Doug. She smiled when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him in a hug. He kissed just above her ear. "Wear that black lace dress you wore to my birthday party a few months ago." He whispered.

Claire walked in just as James was hurrying out. She turned to the two men, sensing an awkwardness in the air. The observation was quickly discarded when she saw bank financials covering Doug's laptop screen. "Garrett's really behind this?"

"Two days after the attack, one hundred and eighty thousand dollars left Walker's account and transferred to the six secret service members who were on Gordon's detail the night James was in the car with him." Doug stated with a firm nod. "We got him."

Francis stood from his seat, resting his empty coffee cup in the sink and standing next to Doug. "I want to go in and confront Garrett. He can't hide from this. The detectives already paid a visit to the White House. I want to know from Garrett if he's actually a part of this or if he was just paying off loose ends."

Claire closed the laptop slowly, looking between the two men. "Whatever the case, I don't want to tell James unless it is absolutely necessary. She may be a strong girl and a good manipulator, but she's still a sixteen year old who still hasn't thought about the security detail that night. She's suffered enough from the Walker family. I don't want this to cause her more pain."

"Agreed." Francis nodded before glancing at Doug. He looked somewhat troubled, and he didn't want to have to consider Doug a loose end in this. "Doug, this is for her own good. We will tell her if she needs to know, but I don't think it's wise to do so right now."

Doug gripped the counter top with white knuckles. "I'm not going to lie to her. She'll know something is up." He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'll try to keep as much as I can from her, but I won't lie." He grabbed his laptop, tucking it under his arm. "I just hope that if she finds out it won't be the end of her trust in me."

"The President is running a few minutes late. He said you could go in and wait for him if you'd like." Garrett's secretary said, her voice nervous and sad from the events circling around the Walker and Underwood families. She looked between Francis and Claire. Doug and James sat on a bench a few feet behind them.

Francis gave a curt nod to the receptionist and rested his hand on the small of Claire's back. "That will be fine." He and Claire both looked back to James. "It shouldn't take too long, darlin'."

James nodded and gave him a sad smile to keep up the appearance. "I'll be okay." When they both disappeared into the office, she discretely snuck her hand into Doug's, hiding their intertwined fingers between them on the bench. "What's going on, Doug? I know you and my parents are planning something here. I need to know what it is so I can be prepared."

Doug made sure the receptionist was busy before answering. "They found some more evidence that incriminates Garrett for some of what happened with Gordon. As concerned parents for the daughter they just recovered, they are going to guilt Garrett into resigning." He knew he wasn't telling James the complete truth, but the truth was worse than what any of them had thought this entire time. They never even thought to look into Garrett or the security detail that night. They were all at fault for not securing James in the fallout. "You'll be First Daughter by the end of the night."

Garrett stepped inside his office and gulped seeing Francis and Claire sitting on the couch, waiting for him. He had been dreading seeing them and hoped they wouldn't show up so soon. But, they wanted answers, just like he did. He straightened his jacket before nodding at them. "Frank, Claire, I'd say it's a pleasure, but I think we can all agree this is anything but." He slowly walked to his desk, letting his fingers skim the wood. "How is James?"

"YOU don't get to ask that question." Francis spat, shooting up from his seat on the couch. He circled to the other side of the desk, slamming both his hands on the wood. "You've known this whole time. You knew it was Gordon who stabbed James in the SUV. You knew Gordon was the culprit when he performed his little knife show in here. You knew it was him when you insisted that Gordon come visit James, or that we come stay here with her. You knew!"

Garrett's eyes widened. "Frank, I assure you. I had no clue. If I did, I would've put a stop to it. How was I supposed to know my son would do such a horrible thing?"

Francis nearly lunged at the man. "You were the one that fucking paid off his security detail. It was hush money to conceal everything!" He pointed his finger at Garrett. "If you were in on it, I swear to God, Garrett. Tell me the truth. Were you going to harm my daughter as well? Were you just one to watch your son violate her?"

Garrett moved closer, unaware of how close he was to becoming Francis's punching bag. "I swear, Frank. I didn't have a God damn clue."

"Garrett, James remembered her date with Gordon while he was holding her captive. She remembers being stabbed. We looked into it. We know that nearly two hundred thousand left your back account shortly after the attack. The receivers of those funds were all on your son's detail that night." Claire stated calmly, standing from her place and moving between the two men. "So, cut the shit about not knowing anything about your son's sick fantasy."

Garrett gulped, taking a few steps back for some breathing room. He pulled at his tie, sweat gathering along his jaw and hairline. "I was only trying to protect him." He whispered. He turned and gazed out the windows, almost seeing his end play out in front of him. "Last year, he brought girls home from school. It was contained. We fixed up the girls and offered them money to help them get through."

Claire frowned. "You mean to keep them quiet."

"Yeah, that's another way to put it." Garrett admitted. "When I won the election, suddenly there were no more girls. No more payoffs. He didn't even mention a girl's name around Trisha or myself. When he asked James out, I thought it would be different. We've all known each other for years. He was taking her out in public. I thought everything would be fine. When he came home that night, he was pissed. And I remember thinking - thank God he didn't hurt her the way he hurt those other girls." He exhaled sharply, his shoulders dropping. "Then, the news was reporting you carrying James into the hospital that night. I panicked. The next morning, his security detail came to my office to tell me what happened. I guess I just went back to my old ways. I bribed them all."

He turned back to Francis and Claire, defeat evident in his eyes. "I thought that would be the end of it. But, Gordon was insistent on seeing James again. I never thought he would actually kidnap her and. . .do what he did to her." He ran a hand down his face. "The detectives destroyed his room yesterday collecting evidence. It was horrific. He had a collection of photographs, all of James. Some of them were from months ago. Others were the days leading up to her going missing. The picture that went missing from your desk, Frank, the frame was found at the bottom of Gordon's hamper."

Francis stood up straighter, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you claim you know nothing about his plans to kidnap James."

Garrett nodded. "I didn't know until I saw his journal yesterday. He was heavy with the details on how he was going to do it. The first entry he has that talks about her is the night I was elected. The entries only got worse from there. He talked about kidnapping her in there. He had plans."

Claire reached back and clasped Francis's hand when she felt her gut drop. "He wrote about his plans?"

"Yes," Garrett confirmed. He looked around the room, his eyes filling with tears. "I guess it serves me right for protecting him. I can't run this country if I can't even prevent my son from becoming a monster." He looked at Francis. "You deserve to be President. After everything I've done to you and your family, the country deserves to have a better President, and that's you."

Francis squeezed Claire's hand. "You're resigning."

Garrett nodded. "Better that than walking out of here in handcuffs." He waved his hand towards the door. "I won't keep you. You have plenty to prepare for, Mr. President."

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