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I was watching the new guy. He seemed so cocky but yet I could sense the hesitancy in him.
Was he even cut out for this? He has good fighting skills but lacks the finesse I would expect in my bodyguards. Maybe I chose wrong.
I give him 2 more days. If he doesn’t buck up by the 3rd day or show me something he’s worth keeping for, sending him out. And in my world, they don’t go back in just 1 piece. Not unless they have something against me as they often know too much to be let out alive again.
I saw him chatting with Tankhun. When did he worm his way into Tankhun’s world? My brother was possibly one of the most sour and guarded man ever I known, especially so after his kidnapping when he was a child.
But to see him chatting animatedly with the new guy? Interesting. I cocked my head thoughtfully as I watched their interaction. However, I was soon distracted by something else that I saw flying in before anyone even realised. A stray bullet. I jumped up and before I knew it, the new guy was in front of me and had pushed me behind a wall while he drew out his gun.
The one who shot was an worthy opponent who kicked the new guy’s gun away. Forced to be without a weapon, I saw the new guy throw off a few moves to disorientate his opponent. He swiped clean under the guy’s feet and then floored him. Using that brief lull to jump behind the wall with me, he demanded my gun and opened a window. I was confused but I gave it to him as I had a secondary gun. Just as he came out spraying bullets at everyone else, he pushed me out of the window.
What the fuck! But I landed smack in the middle of some clothed vehicle. For just a brief minute, I really thought my own bodyguard had killed me.
I jumped out and ran towards my car where my other security details were hustling. We sped off, as my safety was paramount. I did for a min though reflect if the new guy would make it.
I went back home and was engulfed in my thoughts. I took a warm shower and nursed a glass of wine. Just then there was a knock on the door.
I motioned for the visitor to come in and continued nursing my wine. For the first time ever in a long while, I stood up, when I saw my visitor. It was the new bodyguard, standing tall in front of me, bruised, bloodied but still kicking well and alive. Best part, he held some documents in 1 hand and a gun in the other. He placed both on the table, bowed respectfully and proceeded to leave.
I stopped him, “What’s your name?”
“Porsche, Sir. I am Porsche.”
For the first time that night, I finally broke into a smile.
“Welcome to the team Porsche.”
He nodded at me and bowed out, but I saw that hint of a smirk on his face as he did. Boy had an attitude, I could see. As long as it didn’t cross mine.
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