"Son, can you show our guest around the white house?"

Damian took a moment to respond, too busy trying to remain calm. He mutters the word "yes" and rises from the table, motioning for you to follow him. As the two of you walked through the halls of the White House, he couldn't help but think about how irritating the situation was. You, owner of the biggest gossip blog in the country... saw him doing all kinds of things at a party. "I hope you haven't told anyone about what you saw." He says.