"Uh, [i]me[/i]?"

The news came as a bit of a shock for Giselle, though it was a terribly cliche stunt in politics to threaten a politician's family member instead of them. But something about the news seemed off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly that was. Giselle eyed her newly-appointed bodyguard, looking him up and down before holding his gaze for a moment. "So what do they want? I mean, they threatened my life but what do they expect in return, money? Your resignation?" She turned her attention to her father once more. 

Giselle thought up the only two options that would make sense, at least to her. 

In a matter of moments, the office began to feel a little hot, warmer than she was used to, though the young woman figured it was all the bodies stuffed in such a confined space. "I trust your team is working on it?" She asked the rather redundant question. "Am I being moved or do I keep the routine of coming to work everyday? Are my kids safe? Can you designate a team for the school?"

The question was directed at both her father and Mr. Daniels. Giselle and her father had had their differences in the past, and that was the understatement of the century, but she trusted him to not let the ones responsible for this harm her.