The Bodyguard.

Chapter Two- Lucas' POV

LUCAS PICTURED ABOVE 

 It was a bright, frosty morning. The pavement glistened like a carpet of crushed diamonds in the early morning sunshine. Hell, the whole mansion glistened. I couldn't believe that I, Luke Steal, was sitting outside the Winslet Estate.  I had met with Mr. Winslet's head of security at their corporation, but I'd never imagined I'd get a second interview. I'm sure there were better guys, more qualified guys, guys that have had actual bodyguard training, yet here I was. 

"Sir?" The intercom box interrupted my thoughts.  

"Oh, uh, yeah, hello, Lucas Steal." I answered, staring at the large gates in front of my car. I looked beyond the gates, having to squint due to the sun beating down on the house's cream coating. The Winslet's house was something out of a movie. It nearly quadrupled the size of my childhood home. It had everything- the driveway rounding the massive fountain, the giant trimmed hedges lining walls, the hundreds of flowers peaking out of the garden, and even the array of sports cars in the driveway. I can't even begin to imagine what the garage looks like. 

"Welcome Mr. Steal, once the gate opens, follow the path to your right. It will take you to Mr. Winslet's private apartment. Pull into the garage." Private apartment? You mean to tell me that this guy has this HUGE house, and a private apartment? Are you kidding me? I looked down at my smart phone in the cup holder. I decided I'd wait until later to search 'How to become a millionaire'. 

"Okay, thank you." I replied. The gate slowly slid open, allowing me to drive my shitty beat up car through. I followed the path that the intercom directed. It took me around the house, revealing that, not only did it have a pool and hot tub, it also sat tall above a massive lake. The road continued passed the house, into the thick forest that surrounded the estate. I drove for a few short moments until I came to a clearing. "Wow." I mumbled to myself.

 This was no apartment. The dude had a whole other house, next to his giant house! I was a little revealed to see that this one was a normal sized home, but it was still bigger than the cesspool I was currently living in. I pulled up to the garage as the door raised. There were two cars already parked- a black Ashton Martin and a black Land Rover.  There was a Corvette in the driveway. I pulled into the garage, ashamed of my car next to these beauties. I couldn't help but think about how much my dad would've loved to see all these cars.

Before he passed and before I got deployed, I took him to a car show. There was nothing more pleasing than seeing my dad's face light up as the array of cars passed us. That was the funny thing about my dad, when he was sick, you never knew. He always kept a smile on his face- I think it was for my younger sister, but little did he know, it helped me too. 

The garage door shut.

"Hello." A voice said as I stepped out of my car. My attention was drawn to the far side of the garage. A door was open, Mr. Winslet stood in the doorway. I'd never seen him in person before, but I recognized him from the media. 

"Hello sir," I replied, walking towards him.

"Stop," A man came out from behind Mr. Winslet. He approached me and proceeded to pat me down. He was a big guy, dressed in all black. I wasn't that big. Not even close. "Clear." He said. I felt like I was in a James Bond movie- meeting Mr. Bond, or maybe the president. Sure felt like it. "Mind if we search your car?"

"Go ahead." I agreed, handing the man my keys. All they'd find was eviction notices and receipts for food I can't afford. 

"Jimmy, by the way." Jimmy added, extending his hand. I shook his hand, making an effort to give a strong handshake. 

"Luke." Jimmy nodded at me and proceeded to search my car. 

"I know this seems a bit excessive, but we can never be too thorough." Mr. Winslet chimed in.