Melanie Jayne helped Victor get out of his dirty clothes. She had set up a nice, warm bath for him. She helped her husband get into the bathtub and cleaned him gently with a clean, soft towel. Victor just sat in the tub, looking at Melanie Jayne washing the dirt and blood off of his body and arms.
Victor: You don't have to do this........ (caressing Melanie's face)
Melanie Jayne just smiled at him as she continued cleaning him. He noticed she had tears running down her face as she was gently wiping his face.
Victor: I'm sorry I made you cry.......(wipes tears from Melanie's face)
MJ: (sniffles) It's not sad tears....... (smiles) I'm just happy you came home.......
Victor hugged Melanie Jayne and kissed her.
Victor: I will always come back to you, love. Always.
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A young man in his early twenties. Jean was a new graduate from a private academy. His duty was to protect his client, regardless the circumstance. That was as easy of a job as it can ever get. For Jean, at least. He graduated at the top of his class and his expertise in gun handling was indisputable. He could shoot a target with his eyes closed.
In his youth, Jean was brought up in la campagne. He was strong and well built. He was tall and had dark hair. He had very good taste when it came to watches and he was always dressed well. Jean was one of those people who could walk into a room and blend in with anyone anywhere. His general knowledge was vast. He could speak to anyone about anything and people would easily be fascinated by him. However, in most situations, he would rather stay quiet. The less he says the better. This would avoid him from ever revealing information unnecessarily.
Jean was first assigned to a client at the age of 22. He was very young. He was very determined. He was very ambitious. He was already studying his client years before he was ever assigned. This way, he would know what to expect and how to handle any given situation if anything that required crucial decisions making ever occured.
Jean arrived at a huge mansion on the top of a hill overlooking the Mediterranean sea. The weather was warm and sunny. He was driven up the hill to a huge security gate. His papers and documents were checked and after they have been approved for clearance, he was driven up to a huge, white mansion. He was escorted into the premise into what appears to look like a huge common area. The floors were all white marbled flooring. There were huge white framed glass windows that acted as doors and separators between areas.
He was asked to sit and wait on a huge white, leather sofa. He was excited. He knew his client was rich but everything he's seen ever since he arrived on the premise was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. From the security to the architecture to the interior. The only word he could think of if he ever needed to describe it was magnifique.
As Jean lost himself in the wonders of the built of the entire premise, a man walked in. Jean was immediately taken back to where he essentially was. Earth. Jean stood up and shook hands with a man named Bernardi. He had dark brown hair. His eyes were a lighter shade of brown with a slight green shift to it. He was casually dressed. A light blue shirt with a brown jacket and some brown khaki pants. The man had a very pleasant smile as he asked Jean to sit across from him.
They were served beverages as they began their meeting.
Lorenzo: (looking at Jean's papers and documents) You have a very impressive track record, Mr. Devereaux.
Jean: Thank you, sir.
Lorenzo: I am expecting only the best. (looks at Jean) Can I trust you with my life, Mr. Devereaux?
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MJA : Time Is Not Enough
General Fiction*This is the second installment from the original storyline of Melanie Jayne Anderson. Melanie Jayne's life changed so much in such a short period of time but it still isn't the end. She has yet to discover so many more things about herself and her...
