Meriwa, a genetically engineered monster hunter with a penchant for cheap whiskey and cracking terrible jokes, lands a job working for a vampire-led corporation where she discovers true love with an eccentric billionaire vampire CEO, a once in a lif...
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Two weeks later, I sat in front of Bess, Cathy's girlfriend, in the headquarters of Des Soirees. Pictures of Cathy and her lined the brick walls, lending a decidedly home-like feel to the rather industrial space. Her words drew my attention to her face as she finally spoke.
"Cathy told me what you did, Meriwa. Thank you from both of us."
"No need to thank me." I raised my hands in objection to her praise, "I was just in the right place at the right time."
With a gentle smile, she admonished me. "Don't be so modest. The things Cat told me you did-" She didn't finish and instead shook her head in disbelief before continuing, "I can't even thank you enough. I... well, back to the task at hand."
When she finished, she turned her attention to a clipboard on her desk. "Cathy tells me you have no verifiable work experience, but you have some sort of martial arts training."
I nodded slowly, preparing to deliver my rehearsed explanation. I'd long puzzled about how could I explain my... unusual capabilities without attracting unwanted attention to myself because if the Imhullu Project found out I was a live they'd stop at nothing to eliminate me. I shuddered as my thoughts turned dark before I cleared my throat and refocused my attention. "Uh, yeah. My grandfather was ex-military. He taught me everything he knew. I've trained my entire life. Firearms. Hand-to-hand combat. I can do it all. "
"Interesting. Well, Meriwa, our clients pay a good deal of money for us to arrange their events. Because of our line of work, we require skilled security staff to keep them and their guests safe, although most clients prefer to rely heavily on their own security besides the security we provide. Anyway, you'd work under the command of our chief of security, Andy Smith. He runs a tight ship and will not tolerate lazy or unprofessional staff. Does this sound like an interesting career if you're approved for hire?"
"Of course." I exclaimed a little too eagerly. I didn't want her to know that I'd almost exhausted my supply of funds left to me by my late grandfather, and for obvious reasons, I had no other job prospects.
"Well," she said, making some notes on a fancy sheet of paper, "I'm going to call in Andy, get him to interview you from a security perspective and see if he thinks you're trainable. Right now, though, I think the outlook for your future here is pretty positive."
She then smiled and stood to shake my hand, and I stood myself, then eagerly returned the handshake. "Tentatively, welcome to the team, Meriwa."
***
My meeting with lead of Des Soirees security went well, and everyone at the company seemed on-board with my employment. After passing a background check with my fake documents forged for me by one of my grandfather's old military buddies, I was soon guarding rich socialites as they conspicuously displayed their inordinate wealth.
Did I enjoy the job?
Hell no, but it paid the bills and was relatively simple work for someone like me. I was unsurprised to find that gender inequality translated to the security world, which meant that I was the only female on the team, but I was still undeniably the best. And everyone, including Andy, was impressed with my skills at deception detection and calmly dealing with party infiltrators or drunken revelers. Perhaps the biggest downside of the job was that I had to wear a ridiculous black tuxedo for most parties, which summarily sucked balls. So, yeah. Overall, my new career wasn't exactly ideal. My job was comprised of keeping paparazzi out and drunk, rich guests in.
