On a lovely morning, Joseph said farewell to his wife and drove to the workplace, where he joined the security department and got his first client after retiring from the operations department the day before.
He has been a mercenary for several years, has fought many wars, and his hands are covered with blood. He does not feel guilty, but the battlefield is fast changing, and any accident could occur. Hang up.
He couldn't die so soon because he still had a wife and two children to care for. He eventually decided not to be a mercenary and switched to the Security Department to work as a bodyguard. Although he made more than he did as a mercenary, the working environment was radically different.
Yesterday, a client chose him shortly after he relocated to another department, owing to his superb credentials, background in the Special Forces, having participated in dozens of battles, major and little, as well as his always low-key and calm and dependable nature.
However, after reading the customer information, he hesitated a little because the John he wanted to protect was too young; there had recently been too many reports about John, and he was concerned about the rebellion of young people and their tendency to vent their hormones everywhere. This behavior can cause a lot of trouble at work.
It is still impossible to comprehend John's character, especially because he is still a young billionaire. In any case, the future task will not be easy.
When he was suffering, the department boss mentioned, "The client is a famous writer..."
Because I am a writer, the breadth of my profession has been greatly reduced, and I will not be traveling all the time; don't all authors like to stay at home? Even business travels should be short-term so that I can adequately care for my family.
So he promised to cooperate with another bodyguard to ensure John Smith's protection.
Kurt, John's bodyguard, chose all of his bodyguards based on age, seniority, and family. Those who were young, inexperienced, single, or had unappealing appearances were all passed over. John's fun-loving personality demanded that his bodyguards be calm and patient, so he chose Joseph, who has extensive practical experience, and Kenny, who has protected numerous celebrities.
After getting their equipment and certifications from the company, Joseph and Kenny drove to the Mockingjay Copyright Company to meet Kurt.
When John approached them, he was pounding the sandbag without structure, just sweating, and the sandbag banged loudly with his enormous force.
When Joseph and Kenny looked at each other, they both saw surprise in each other's eyes; John's strength was incredible; it was no worse than the strength of these military kings; after all, they had gone through many years of training. Strength can only be gained through systematic exercise.
And John is so young, so the strength demonstrated by his body makes no sense at all, unless he is born with supernatural powers. Joseph and Kenny's eyes trembled as they considered this possibility, and they gazed enviously at John Smith, who was holding the sandbag and stopping to exercise.
"John, these two are responsible for your safety from today on."
Kurt handed John the towel and said, "This is Joseph. He is from the special forces and has extensive practical experience. This is Kenny. He has extensive expertise working as a bodyguard for Cage and Tom Cruise.
John hurriedly wiped the sweat off his hands with a towel and moved forward to shake hands with the two of them, smiling. "Hello, my name is John Smith. From now on, I shall trust you with my protection. If you have any recommendations in the future, please contact me directly." I responded, "I will do my best to cooperate with your efforts."
"Hello, Mr. Smith. My names are Joseph and Kenny, and I'd like to introduce you to John. He made a good impression on them, but his temper and personality will need to be observed in the future." Please do not worry; we will ensure your safety."
"Haha, sorry for bothering you. Okay, let me show you the house first. I generally spend the most of my time at home writing novels, but lately there have been a lot of reporters and fans outside. Kurt believes I should enhance security. I also have an idea to nip problems in the bud; you are the experts in this field; simply tell me what you want to do and what you require.
From the minute the media revealed his assets, John realized he needed someone to protect him. He wouldn't be stupid enough to demand freedom without bodyguards. His happy life had only just begun, and he didn't want to be terminated so easily.
Joseph is an attacking expert, whereas Kenny is a defensive expert. They had already observed and considered the security of John's villa when they were outside. For them, it is a routine issue that is not bothersome.
"In addition to the indoor security system, I recommend that you install infrared and thermal sensors on the outside, and install surveillance cameras on all the trees near the street. Of course, it is best to have two more dogs."
Joseph proposed with a serious expression.
John felt like his head was full of black lines right now. Damn it, do you need machine guns on both sides of the door?
Looking at Kenny with a ridiculous expression on his face, he nodded in agreement with Joseph's suggestion and quickly remarked, "Hey, guys, it's not that serious, is it?"
"Boss, although the security in the wealthy area is good, your villa is not protected by a courtyard wall. Only a low fence cannot prevent strangers from breaking in. We need to completely control everything around us."
Joseph carefully explains to John.
"I... Hey, okay, you two can discuss it. You can buy whatever you need. It's up to you."
John shrugged helplessly. It was safer for him to listen to the experts.
Joseph nodded sincerely and pulled Kenny away to talk about getting the equipment.
Kurt caressed his bald head, satisfied with the professionalism of the two bodyguards, which allowed him to feel confident in John's protection.
"Okay John, just leave the security issues to them. Are we going to go to San Francisco? Nelson has already called us. The game company has basically reached an agreement. Now we are just waiting for you to go over and sign and pay."
"Good! That's great. There's nothing to prepare. We're going to the airport right away. Let's go now!"
John seemed excited. The game company's issue was finally resolved. He did not want to wait much longer. Some ideas were better developed before. He had the advantage of time.
Kurt was dragged out the house by the impatient John. Under the protection of the enormous guy Joseph, he squeezed through the door surrounded by cameras and entered the commercial truck.
When John saw the paparazzi hammering on the car windows and competing for position to capture shots, he felt the agony of being a celebrity and the inflated vanity in his heart for the first time. He seems to enjoy the feeling of being sought after.
"Haha, these paparazzi are really crazy. John, you are the hottest news right now. By the way, there are several talk shows that I hope you can participate in. Are you interested?"
Kurt appreciates the sense of being sought after. Although he is not the protagonist, he contributes to the protagonist's achievement. Furthermore, he enjoys the happiness and pleasure that comes with success.
"Oh? What programs are there? Is there" The Oprah Show "? Isn't it some program with little ratings?"
Because there was no special film on the windows of the business car that might conceal the camera's view, John had no alternative but to preserve his image with a dazzling smile and a funny question.
"Cough cough cough..." Kurt, who appeared to be strangled by something, tilted his head to the side and coughed a few times, avoiding gazing at John's face for fear of embarrassing him.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" The corporate car dashed out of the paparazzi circle, accelerating to avoid all the reporters. John relaxed and looked at Kurt with an odd expression on his face, asking blankly.
"You really don't remember?" Kurt appeared to have thought of something; his countenance got increasingly strange, and the fat on his face twitched.
"Remember what? You should tell me quickly!" John exclaimed, even more perplexed.
"Actually, it's nothing; it's only that during your silence, weren't you frequently photographed drunk and playing around with promiscuous women? At a book club, Oprah once openly scolded you and called you complacent.
Kurt's voice dropped as he talked, as if he didn't want to disgrace John and decided not to continue.
"Ha! Is this happening? Why can't I remember? John smiled dryly and rubbed his nose uncomfortably.
"Forget it if you can't remember; simply pretend it never happened. Even if she did not invite you, NBC's "Saturday Night Live" and CBS' "The Ellen DeGeneres Show" both sent invitations, and I believe you should attend. After all, we and NBC are partners, and CBS is also negotiating with our company for the copyright to "If You Are the One". They are quite sincere."
Kurt abruptly shifted the subject, a glint of cunning in his eyes, and convinced with froth at the mouth.
"Ha, will the nightclub allow me to be the musical guest?" I can take part on the Ellen Show."
Even though I have never been on a variety show, I am embarrassed to say that I work in the entertainment industry. John, who used to enjoy the Ellen Show, was surprised to be invited to the show now.
"Did you agree?" That's terrific; I assumed you were searching for reasons to back out again." Kurt was pleased to learn that John consented to appear on the show.
"Tch, this isn't surprising. Now that things have progressed to this point, acting coy would be too false. Besides, I enjoy this type of easygoing event."
John rolled his eyes at Kurt and spoke fiercely.
"Haha, this is long late. You should increase your exposure. After you conclude the event, you can sign a deal with Universal Music to record. When "The Hunger Games" is published, you can instantly release the album and promote it. After a while, we'll go around and promote it. Wow, sales will undoubtedly soar by then, and adorable knives will fly into our pockets one after another!"
Kurt's face shook with excitement as he spoke, and his eyes were filled with greedy light, as if John were a delectable piece of cheese that he wanted to devour in one bite.
"Damn it!" What about Universal Records? You obese man, what did you do behind my back? Tell me clearly! Why don't you just go around and promote it? Why don't you die?"
"Ah..." A scream erupted from the commercial vehicle, and John grasped Kurt's neck and yelled loudly.