"Okay," Giselle whispered with a nod that was barely visible. Her arms were crossed in front of her, acting as a shield from both the predicament she found herself in and her father. Yes, her father. The same man responsible for a number of things going horribly wrong in her life. 

[i]"...campaigning should be over and done with in a matter of weeks..."[/i]

His words etched in her mind. They often did, actually, more often than she would have liked. Of course he would bring up his campaign; that was his number one priority after all. Giselle swallowed hard, then brought her arms down to her sides. God she couldn't stand them... Not the individuals standing feet away from her, but all of them collectively as a whole.

"Give us the room, please," she turned to her father, her voice suddenly carrying more authority than she'd intended, "I'd like to talk to Mr. Daniels."

Giselle stood aside to let them each file out one by one. Maybe her father would give her the great pleasure of leaving the school then, but it wasn't in his nature to do anything to make her life better. She walked behind the last man and closed the door behind him, turning to Daniels. 

"So," she began, walking over to the principal's desk and leaning against it, her hands on the edge supporting her on either side. "Either this threat is serious enough that my father is bypassing typical protocol of assigning me a special detail and hiring outside help instead [i]or[/i], something else is going on. If I'm not being moved elsewhere for my safety, then what can you do that those agents can't? I'd understand if you were Delta Force, but..."

She was being slightly overbearing, sure, but this particular situation seemed unique.