During my early years as a training agent, one of the trails I had to accomplish was emotions. You don't know when you need them or when they will burst, but controlling them is the biggest challenge.
Like right now. I knew my boss wouldn't believe me, so I devised a stupid plan. Play the part of the crybaby. A few tears and some heavy waterproof make-up sure did the trick. But umm. Why did it come to this?
'Sir? Could you release me, please', I said as I took a deep breath. My voice was soft as a whisper, I couldn't recognize it. A second later he unheld me, my arms lost the warm touch of his smooth yet large hands.
'So? What about the bodyguard deal?'.
His eyes were on me, 'I think It would be wise not to fire you, but to hire you for a different position'.
I blinked, and again, wait, and yes again. This is not what I was expecting. But wait. If I'm Maximilian Lance's bodyguard, I will stay by his side twenty-four-seven. Maybe this could work.
Without much talking, I accepted his proposal. Being a guard for a billionaire was such a big deal for me. Fowler Agency is top-notch for its security. Only the best of the best could get a position as a bodyguard and believe me when I say the salary is legit.
The next day I moved in with him in his giant man-sized mansion. I have been here the second time yet I still couldn't keep my eyes off the windows. I mean how the hell are those windows so tall?
His mansion was nothing like mine. Well, technically Willson's. He has all our baby pictures stashed up against the halls and the corridors. He designed the interior with weapons and traditional treasures that it almost seems like a museum.
Anyway, my room was just beside Maximillian's. It was small compared to his but comfortable. It had a single-size bed with white sheets. Grey couches on the side with a forty-three-inch TV.
'Not bad for a guest room sir', I scanned the room again in case I had to make some changes.
'Thanks, my housekeeper keeps all the rooms well kept'. He was proud and worried. Can't blame him, I mean if I was going to share my house with a psycho-killer maniac then I would sleep with a sniper instead of a teddy bear.
This was a problem, I had to fix this tension before he called the big forces against me. For that to not happen, I have to start a bond with him. Talking with rich guys was always a pain since all they cared is about inheritance, partying, girls, and fame. The last time I talked to a rich money hag was Willson and believe me he matched the description.
Operation bonding time, go!
Phase one, chatting on a specific topic that both parties agreed upon. Maximillian Lance is a golden-spooned child. He has no interest in work in his free time so all office talks are banned. Which leads to sports. But what kind of sports does he like? Basketball, American football, tennis, or maybe cricket.
Whatever he is interested in, I have to figure it out, in one way or another. I left my room to sit in a large dining room with a long dining table. Maximillian was sitting and waiting. I approached and took a seat second to him. Our dinner was spicy prawn soup, with plain noodles and cold water as a beverage.
I was so surprised by the taste of it that I couldn't handle my hunger. And within ten minutes I finished my food. The best I ever had.
'Sir', I said gaining my boss's attention as he ate his noodles.
'Do want something, Miss Willer?', He asked putting down his fork.
'Yes, I want to know the name of the talented chef who made this food?'.
'Why?'. His sudden response gave me a sudden shock. If only guys like him could experience a talent like this, they would know how intimate with women.
'It's just that this food is marvelous', my hand spread across my empty plate. 'No one in the world could top this soup, I mean I know a lot of people with cooking skills but none could master this. Kind of cliche of me to say it after one meal, but I would really like to know the name of the chef'.
Upon my response, he smiled, his face filled with proudness that he picked up his fork and said, 'You want to know who cooked that up Miss Willer, that talented chef would be me'. His fork was pointing at him, his other hand was pointing at him, my hand was pointing at him, and LETS ALL NOT FORGET THAT THIS MAN IS NOT JUST A RICH SUCCESSFUL BILLIONAIRE BUT ALSO A FANTASTIC CHEF LADIES. A 10/10.
Now, this is the ideal person to marry.