Return (camren)

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7 years later

Lauren's POV
I see Mrs. Jennings walking towards me in the narrow hallway. She is accompanied by two of my fellow colleagues, one on either side of her. I put on my sunglasses and walk in front of the congresswoman. I prepare myself mentally for the enormous slew of uncontrollable protestors waiting outside.
I open the two doors that lead out side and continue to walk in front of Mrs. Jennings. Interviewers are waiting to ask questions as paparazzi snap pictures. We stop to accommodate the interviewers and allow them to question Mrs. Jennings.
All the flashing lights and loud noise from the protestors is distracting, and I am barely able to notice a protestor running straight toward us. He lifts his arm to punch me, I assume, and I grab his arm and use it as leverage to flip him over so he lands hard on his back.
Other protestors begin to break free from the barrier of police officers, who are desperately trying to hold them off. My colleagues are also holding off other protestors and I know we have to get out of here.
"Get to the car!" I say to Mrs. Jennings. I grab her arm and lead her towards the parked vehicle in the road. I open the door and slide in next to her.
"To her house, quickly." I tell the driver in an authoritative voice. I could hear one of my colleagues speaking to me through the earpiece. They ask for Mrs. Jennings' whereabouts and I inform them of our destination.
I then turn my attention to the congresswoman and scan her body for any physical distress.
" I apologize for being a bit rough Mrs. Jennings, it was not my intention." I say sincerely.
"Oh Lauren please don't apologize." She replies. "You're the only reason I got out of there safely."
I simply nod and we continue the journey to her house in silence.
The congresswoman has been my client for about 3 months now. Ever since the mafia broke out, the city is in chaos and a lot of the pressure sits on Mrs. Jennings' shoulders.
She is the main representative in the congress for the state of Florida. She is visiting the areas most affected by the mafia and that's why she's here in Miami. The citizens however don't see the bigger picture and are blind to her plan.
They believe she is doing nothing to stop the violence and fear that the mafia bring to the city. However she can only hand it over to the congress and senate, and then it is out of her hands.
My train of thought is interrupted as the car stops and we arrive at the Jennings mansion. My colleagues arrive just moments after and they give me a report of the aftermath at the venue.
Since today is our last day tending to Mrs. Jennings, we say our goodbyes and head back to the agency. The jet black car running smoothly on the asphalt, my mind right along with it.
As we arrive at the agency I catch a glimpse of the familiar letters WPSA in bold, on the side of the building. It stands for Wincott protective services agency. Wincott being my bosses last name.
As soon as I walk through the large double doors, one of my colleagues approaches me.
"Morgado, boss wants to see you." He says.
"What for?" I mumble.
"How should I know?" He shrugs, "Maybe he wants some some Morgado action. Since he can't get that from any of us."
The other colleagues around us begin to laugh with him as he places his hand on my shoulder teasingly. I grab his hand and twist his arm back, his wrist resting in the middle of his back. After i pin his arm, I kick the spot at the back of his knee. His knees had buckled from the the uncomfortable position of his arm, leaving him vulnerable. His knees not able to withstand the pressure of his weight and causing him to collapse.
I don't release him until he screams out in pain, his face to the floor. Everyone else around us deathly quiet. I glare at all of them, readjust my blazer, and make my way to the boss's office.
I am the only woman in the agency. All the rest of the guards are men. On other occasions, their sexist jokes don't bother me. I've heard it all before working in a man's field. However sexist, perverted, sexual jokes hit below the belt. I'm extremely serious about my profession and don't appreciate being viewed as a slut.
The sound of my shoes on the floor stops when I reach the end of the long hallway. I knock on the pristine door with the name Wincott engraved on the glass, and wait for the infamous voice to appear.
"Come in." He says.
I open the door and slowly make my way in.
"Sir, I heard you wanted to see me?" I half ask, half state.
"Yes, I have a new assignment for you Morgado." The man with salt and pepper hair says. He looks up at me from his paper work momentarily before reaching into a drawer in his desk.
He places the file on the top of his desk and looks me in the eyes. I suddenly feel tense and anxious about the amount of attention he is giving me.
"This is a very important client Lauren. They have enough money to have whatever they want. They always get what they want." He says, making me feel more uncomfortable.
"What does that have to do with me?" I ask, trying to cut to the chase.
"He asked for a woman specifically, and since you are the only woman here, you receive the assignment. You can't disappoint because you are the only woman. "
I ignore his degrading comment and focus on the information.
"He?" I ask.
"Yes he. A mister Alejandro Cabello."

Well shit.