All the confidence I previously had this morning was gone when I pulled up to the huge 10 story building. My heart started to beat out of my chest, but I got out of the car and opened the door.
A petite woman with dark curly hair approached me with three cards "Red, orange, or black?" she asked quickly I chose the black card "This way" she said and I followed her onto the elevator. She pressed 10 (the ride seemed to have taken forever) once off the elevator we entered an office. It smelled like.....money if that makes any sense. The person sitting before my eyes was THE J.D the most dangerous and respected guy in Chicago, I heard from a few people that he's only 19. But he looked so intimidating that he could pass for much older than he really was. He wore an olive green suit,black tie, gold Gucci glasses his hair was cut low and from here he smells AMAZING.
I was so caught up I'm starting at his lips that I didn't hear a word coming out of them.*claps hands twice
* "excuse me shawty ion have all day state your name and purpose for being in my office" he said impatiently "Well I'm shadae Jackson and I'm here for the new guard position" I said calmly. "Meet me back here at 11pm on the dot. If you're late, no job. I hope you're ready" He smirked and called his assistant back in to escort me out. The whole ride home I was confused as hell why TF does he want me to come there so late at night?
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J.C's Guard
Actionshadae Marie Jackson learned at the age of 10 how to shoot a gun,fight,and survive from both her mother and father.Sadly her parents were killed in a drive by shooting and since then shadae was left to defend herself with no family left. Now she is...
