A Popstar's Bodyguard (Jenlisa)

Chapter 1

Lisa's POV

The black suit I'm wearing is tailored to fit me perfectly. The white blouse I chose to wear underneath is thin and makes me feel less stuffy. I applied some light makeup and straightened my hair. 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.

Don't get me wrong, I know I can do the job well, but there have been instances where people have more guts to try something because I don't look like I can take them down. It immediately backfires when my fists flattens their nose or their arms are twisted in an unnatural position.

"Lalisa Manoban?" The secretary looks around the room but in reality, she probably already knew it was me. Lalisa 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. Kim 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?"

I stare at her back, feeling my hands getting sweaty as we approached the door. "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. You can see the city and a body of 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 facing me and he is looking at something in his hands. Another figure moves away from the window and turns toward 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 eyes are a few shades darker than mine and they are really striking in person. I also notice a cute tiny mole above her left eye. Part of her dark hair is up in a messy bun, and her body is covered in a loose gray sweatshirt hiding her curves. There is a playful smile on her lips and it takes a lot of effort to look away. She is really beautiful.