The Bodyguard

Choose a Bodyguard

Its crazy how one person needs so much space in their office. Its mind blowing. I'm sitting here in my fathers office at the far end while my father himself is sitting at his desk at the other end. There are three men sitting in front of him on the other side of his desk. My father is talking about something that seems to have the mens attention. Aargh how did I end up here? Well were should I start a little voice in my mind asks me. Nowhere I reply to her, its as if she didn't hear me... your parents separated when you were fourteen or more like took a holiday from each other leaving you stranded in the middle of nowhere. Literally nowhere! "Z... Z!" holy cow why is my father calling me? I get up and make my way to him its takes about forty steps to reach him. "Yes papa? Is there something that you need?" why does he have that stern face? "you need to make a decision which of the men would you like to have as a bodyguard?" what the hell! Bodyguard! What in god's name is going on? "I'm sorry father but did you say bodyguard?" "Yes Zareenah" "dad" I cry but he doesn't listen he just goes on "... you have the free will of choosing your body guard. You can make that decision now or else I'll make it without your opinion." Damn it! I feel like screaming at this man! "OK!." Oh my god! The first man looks old enough to be my grandfather. Seriously. He barely has hair on his head to begin with, his back look like its going to break any time now and lastly he has a fucking stick in his hand. "first things first. I will start with eliminating so gran...sir...umm Mr. the one with the stick." "who me?" oh nah im talking to Mr. Constipated. Shit the guy in the middle looks like his having a hard time going to the toilet. What does he eat? Says a little voice in my head. "yes sir you. I'm sorry but I will not be needing you. You may leave." He got up and left. Took about five minutes to see him leave before I started again. "ok Mr. Cons.. ah... sir what's your name?" "Blake Johnson" "thank you Mr. Johnson and what is your name?" jeez it aint sunny in here you can take your sun glasses of. "Slazenger, Zack Slazenger Miss Stars" holy shit he knows my mother! How? "thank you. So im going to start by asking both of you the same questions. Answer to the best of your capacity and of course make sure what you blabber is honest." My father could have a heart attack by my use of words. But who gives a shit. 

Not me, obviously. "what was your previous job Mr. Johnson?" "my first career in life was a co-pilot then I resigned when I got married and then a submarine engineer. I took a day off to come to this interview." "is there a reason to why you want this job. I mean from what I hear you sound well off. Are you not or am I wrong?" "no... no your not. I am well off its just my wife and kids want me home at certain hours and these jobs are so demanding its pulling my family away from me." "well you most certainly did not read the requirements and I can say only one thing that you cannot have this position since you are to be with me twenty-four seven of life. However my father may have something better for you which can work around your wife's schedule for you to be home and you children." Holy cow Mr. Slazenger just took his shades of to reveal a pair of cold blue eyes. "ehh... Mr. Johnson you can wait outside my fathers office for now. Thank you for your application" I ended the sentence with a soft warm hearted smile that left my father staring at me. Im in more trouble than my mother can put me through. "Mr. Slazenger as you can see you are the only person left for this position however im still going to question." "Z, honey im going to go have an interview with mith Mr. Johnson while you conduct this one." "ok dad see you in five."

I waited for my father to leave and close the door all the way. "where were we? Oh yes. So the first question is still the same. Tell me what your previous jobs were." "well since im only 19 years old the only places I have worked is in my mothers restaurant." "well you had a stable job what happened?" "my mother passes away 2 years age and my father sold everything last year and since he remarried his wife kicked me out since I did not have a after school job but I dropped out and now im struggling to feed myself." My heart was melting for him. Every word that came out was so soft spoken and he seems like a really nice guy. Shut up and ask him his age. "how old are?" "19. I told before." Haha laughed the voice in my head. Oh fuck up neither did you hear him say his age. "my apology, I did not hear you. Any ways you don't have to worry about food here and youll be clothed by both my mother and father. If you really want this job you'll have to agree to a couple of things. 1) you sleep in the same quarters as me. 2) you go everywhere I go..." "like where? Sorry for interrupting." that alright its not like I was not going to tell you. The little voice in my head said sarcastically "is it ok if I call you Zack?" "yeah I guess its fine." "ok Zack youll have to go parties with me, shopping for clothes even to Bandon, oh you have to come in just though you might wanted to know that piece of information. And school as well. Practically everywhere I go you go." "ok" "good, moving on to the last request which you have to agree to since I don't want anyone to know who you really are to me. If you do not agree to this your job may be at stake."

"just tell me I'm up for anything, so hit me with your best shot." Don't you think his lips are so full. No! so wash your dirty mouth and brain whatever you are up there in my head! " you have to be some like my boy... ahh...boyfriend." "that's it?" that's all he had to say. Most guys would be like fuck off! My heart feels like it just got deinflated. "so your ok with this?" "yes" whoa this guy is serious. "you have to perform every act a boyfriend does in a relationship. If you fuck up more than three times just wish you didn't cuz I aint gonna take that shit. We are not ever going to have sex. You don't have permission to kiss me but if I do it to you, you are not respond to it too seriously or I'll slap you there and then." He didn't say anything his mouth was open wide enough for a fly to fly in. "so are you still up for it?" "where do I sign?" ok I have to admit something the last part of this reqirement is all bullshit and this really kind hearted guy is up for anything. Damn his desperate for this job! "here are the papers. Sign it at the bottom next to mine." When he was done I asked him "is there any questions you'd like me to answer?" "what do I call you" he had this question prepared from lord knows when. "call me zareenah when we are at home and around my mum and dad but around my friends call me either Z or Zareen none of them call me that name so you'll be the first person in New York to call me by this name."

"are you done here Z?" thank god, dad entered after ten minutes had passed since we had finished signing the papers. "yes dad. I'm going to go for a swim now so if you need me you know where to find me." I got up to leave and my father stopped "Z are you not forgetting someone?" "umm... Zack hurry up lets go." "sorry"
"don't apologise follow me into the changing room so we can go for a swim." "follow you into the changing room?" he sounded so flabbergasted and I couldn't help blush at my wrong use of words. "Ah I meant our separate changing rooms... oh just hurry and stop talking." I turned and started walking down the hall.i could hear his footsteps behind me but he didn't say another word until we took the first bend to my room so that I could get my towels. "your place is big." Is there nothing else he has to say, says the little voice in my head. " yeah I know. I come here every break."
"every break?"
arrgh me and my big mouth! "yes."
"oh.." he didn't say anything else after that thank God. Once I got my towel and was heading for the double doors to the back yard I handed Zack a towel and told him to "strip just up to his boxers." "so where do I do that?" "just follow the blue line and you'll end up and a row of doors you can change in one of them. There is also place to hang your clothes behind the door and a plcae to put your shoes under the bench in the changing room. Ok so im going to head this way see you in the pool then." With that I turned and headed straight for the changing room.