It feels like forever since I have posted a story. Here is a sweet one for you all. Enjoy!
XOXO SkylerLuv
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My lungs are on fire.
The rhythmic pattern of my feet hitting against the treadmill begin to slow. I jog the last ten minutes to cool down. The cool water traveling down my throat helps some of the burn but it doesn't completely get rid of it. Five miles are a bitch to run but I need to stay in shape. I need to look my best for the interview tomorrow. The machine completely stops and I take a second to catch my breath. Sweat pours down my face, I know my cheeks are on fire. I feel good though.
Having blonde hair, blue eyes, and being average height makes me appear harmless. To a stranger walking by I will never be seen as a threat and that is how I liked it. My curves are usually hidden by the business suit I wear. I have been told that I have a resting bitch face which is perfectly fine with me. I prefer my alone time.
I just finished my last assignment and have to look for my next one. I am a private contractor and usually stick to protecting very important people while they travel. I wonder what my next employer will think of me when they first see me. They always find it really hard to believe that the person who is supposed to secure their safety looks like the girl next door. My favorite part is watching their eyes widen when I drop someone in the blink of an eye.
A bowl of chocolate milk sits on my lap as I look through the papers spread out on the table. All the cereal is gone, happily resting in my stomach. Kayla Phillips: A-list celebrity, pop singer, and on the verge of going on her first tour. Her name sounds familiar but I doubt I have actually listened to her music. I prefer old school alternative rock or anything else honestly. A quick google search makes me cringe. This girl is a troublemaker who loves the attention. Her black hair is shiny and comes down in waves. She has striking blue eyes that take up most of her face. Her skin is pale unlike other artists who pay hundreds of dollars to make them look like they've been kissed by the sun. She has a lean body and isn't afraid to show it. She's a couple inches shorter than my 5'7.
Closing my laptop and shoving the papers in my yellow folder I try to keep my thoughts positive. I've never been a security guard for someone this famous before. Most of the people I have protected are rich but they are not well known by the public. I will go to the interview tomorrow and test the waters. If it seems like it is going to be more of a babysitting gig, I'll gladly let someone else do it. The money is a very appealing incentive though. With pay this I could probably take a month-long vacation and travel some.
After brushing my teeth, I lay in bed contemplating the interview.
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The dark suit I'm wearing is tailored to fit me perfectly. The white blouse chose to wear underneath is thin and makes me feel less stuffy. I applied some eyeliner and decide to put my hair up in a ponytail. My bangs are starting to get longer but I look well put together.
The others in the waiting room keep looking at me. I cross my legs and stare ahead. They're mostly men and the few women here look meaty and physically intimidating. All of them are probably wondering what I'm doing here. I ask myself that as well. Maybe I am not the one for this job. I know I can do the job well, but there have been instances where people get more guts to try something because I don't look like can take them down. It immediately backfires when my fists flattens their nose or their arms are twisted in an unnatural position.
"Sophie Holmes?" The secretary looks around the room but in reality, she probably already knew it was me. Sophie is not an intimidating name.
The black wedges I decided to wear give me two more inches. It doesn't do much when all the other people in this room are close to six feet tall. I feel all of their eyes on me but ignore them, following the secretary. In the past that would have bothered me but I'm used to it by now.
"Ms.Phillips and her manager are just beyond those doors." She points down the hall. The speech she gives me sounds rehearsed. I wonder how many times she's going to have to give it today. It is a long hallway. Pictures hang on each side. All of the popstar herself. "The interview process will be anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour." That is interesting. Interviews are usually a set time with set amount of questions. "After you have been dismissed you will come back out through these doors and take the first exit on the left at the end of the hallway." She is an older woman. Wearing a red dress that covers her body. Her brown hair is piled on her head. "Any questions?"
"How long before I hear back?"
She stops before she gets to the door and looks back at me. Her eyes take me in and there is a slight smile on her lips. "You'll know immediately."
I can feel the frown forming on my lips. So, if I get the job, they'll tell me there and then? What about the rest of the candidates, will they be sent home? This is already much more different than anything I've ever done.
"Good luck." There is a trace of mocking behind her tone. I refrain from rolling my eyes. She thinks I don't have a chance. Who knows, maybe she is right.
With a quick introduction she opens the door wide and walks back to where she came from. I step into a bright room. There is a whole section of the room with windows that are from ceiling to floor. They're open and the sunlight reflects off the white walls. The view is beautiful, near the water. The other buildings surrounding this one also adds value to the scene. The room itself is spacious with only a couple of white and black pieces of furniture. On the black leather couch, facing the T.V., there is a man sitting there. His back is towards me and he is looking at something in his hands. Another figure moves away from the window and turns towards me.
My first thought is that she is small, a lot smaller than I imagined. Maybe her interviews and her big personality make her seem more imposing. I walk further into the room until I am in front of the couch. Her footsteps mimic mine and she moves closer until she is a few feet away. Her blue eyes are a few shades lighter than mine and they are really striking in person. Her dark hair is up in a messy bun, her body covered in black clothing hiding her curves. There is a playful smile on her lips and it takes a lot of effort to look away.
"You do know I am looking for a bodyguard, right?" She has a sight accent. British, I think. Her voice is slightly deeper than I imagined. Almost makes her sound more mature than her age.
My cheeks flush but I hold my hand out. "I am Sophie Holmes, here for the bodyguard interview."
Her smile widens even more, she has a perfect smile. Does she blink at all? I feel like her eyes are catching every move I make. Her hand feels small in mine.
"Miss.Holmes, please have a seat. I am Brady and this is Kayla." The guy from the couch finally speaks. He holds his hand out and I shake it. He's wearing a gray suit with a white shirt underneath. His glasses are on the bridge of his nose. He is handsome and much older than Kayla. He looks tired. "So, you have been a private contractor for a large part of your career correct?"
I take a seat on the white leather chair behind me, across from him. "That is correct."
Kayla decides to sit on the glass table between the couch and my chair. She is so small that I know the table is strong enough to hold her small figure. She folds her legs like a child and considering her age she's not that far off. "I'm sorry but you don't look like you could, you know, do much protecting."
