Evie hated how much her dad watched over her. She understood that being the president’s daughter meant that people could go after her, but she was a young adult, and she wanted her own space. She wanted to have her own freedom. And yet, she felt guilty, disobeying her father. Sneaking off, she ran off the property and grabbed a taxi. “Take me out of here,” Evie begged the driver, who didn’t seem to care who she was. She had been so locked up as his daughter that barely anyone actually saw her in public. The driver took her outside of the inner capital city and dropped her off outside a club. There, it’d be too crazy for people to bother recognizing her. Nodding, she paid the driver with a big tip and went inside. Looking around, she felt pretty scared suddenly, not sure what she was getting into.