Hold me closer

Not excited

Quinn sat up so quickly she hit her head on the low ceiling above her. "Fuck!" She swore out loud at the both pain and the god-awful sound her alarm clock was making. Quinn smashed the button to turn the alarm off and sat on the edge of her queen size bed, slightly unsteady. She was used to drinking, but had underestimated the impact a hangover would have on her physical state on the first day with her new clients.

She stumbled out of bed and went to look in her fridge. It was empty, as always, which was why she only ever bothered looking when she was slightly out of it. Quinn grabbed her phone to check the time, which showed twenty minutes later than the time Hal had told her to leave. "Shit!" She was instantly on edge, hurrying around her airy apartment to try and find a desperately needed xanax. Her place was surprisingly unorganized given the small amount of things actually in it.

Quinn found the right type of pill under her sink, chugged it with a glass of water and then threw on her all-black work appropriate suit. She grabbed her keys, checked her equipment one final time and was out the door. Quinn had put herself in the position where she was unacceptably late, resulting in that she would have to take her car. Meaning that, consequently, it would be stuck at her client's house in the likely event that they wished to go somewhere else.

She had worked in this business long enough to know that no one is safe at any time, and that a lot of things can change within seconds. Which was why she usually preferred to take the train. Usually, she also wouldn't be heading to work on an empty stomach, but her combined faliure to wake up on time and to buy groceries had sealed her fate. Today, she'd just have to hope it wouldn't affect her performance.

Quinn put on an 80's cd that she always listened to driving her crappy car. The music wasn't amazing, but it had been gifted to her by someone important. She wasn't usually the sentimental type, or at least that's what she liked to think about herself, but when it came to music she was a lost cause. Quinn looked into the distance as she was driving to see the city sweeping by on the other side of the water. She was on her way to the Nazari mansion, her new center of operation.

As Hal had previously informed her, she was the new head of security for, as well as the privat bodyguard of, Nia Nazari. Nia was the daughter of well known billionaire Deron Nazari and his wife Sefa Nazari, and as her reputation told, a total brat.

Being the bodyguard of a spoiled kid was not a new thing for Quinn, but usually, they weren't 22 year old party girls with too much time and money on their hands. Usually these types of jobs ended with the brat throwing a fit and Quinn being fired over nothing. Obviously, she was quite upset when Hal called after weeks just to give her another one of these jobs.

But no matter what Quinn thought of the kid, she would do her job all the way until her breaking point. No matter who she was protecting, with no exceptions. Quinn turned down the music when her phone started beaming its obnoxious ringtone. She put the phone on speaker, seeing it was Hal. She wasn't surprised, he was one of the very few people who ever called her.

"Yes, I know I'm late." Quinn exclaimed before Hal had the time to speak. "No, Cole, you're not just late. You're really fucking late!" She scoffed, thinking he was overdramatic as always. "You got a call complaining already?" She could hear Hal sigh impatiently. "For god's sake Cole! Nazari is the unretired owner of a multi-billion dollar company, what did you expect?!" Quinn just rolled her eyes. "For him not to be a total bitch about it?" She shrugged and kept her eyes on the excruciatingly slow car in front of her.

"I can't with you right now. Just be on time tomorrow, will you?" Hal sounded exhausted. "Hey wait, I'm sorry. Rough day?" Quinn could hear her boss taking a deep breath. "More like rough month." Quinn considered Hal a friend. Whilst they were not too close, she didn't have many of those. "Wanna talk about it?" "Maybe another time." Hal sounded apprechiative, which made Quinn happy. "You mean a time when I'm not about to be fired on the first day at the job?" She laughed when she felt her boss about to lose his shit.

"Don't you fucking dare get yourself fired! And adjust your drinking habits, for God's sake!" Quinn was suddenly quick to nope out of the conversation. "Aaaand goodbye!" She could hear Hal yell her last name before she hung up her phone. Sure, it was her own fault that she was late this morinng. But that didn't mean she needed to be ruthlessly lectured, again. Just, not today.

Ten minutes later

Quinn pulled up in the driveway of, no doubt, the biggest manor she had ever called her place of work. As expected, a guy approaced offering to park her car in the garage, all whilst giving her judgemental looks. She assumed on behalf of her car, but she could never be sure. Quinn took a step back to look at the mansion, and was shocked by its over the top appearence. She wasn't easily surprised after working as a private bodyguard for over ten years, but this ridiculous rescidense made her raise her eyebrows.

The guards at the front door kept looking at her like she was a stain on their extremely expensive shirt, so she decided to just head inside. "Quinn Cole, Mr Nazari should be expecting me." She announced herself at the door, and was let in shortly. As Quinn walked through the grand entry hall, she couldn't help but to look around in awe. This mansion was more like a castle than any other type of building.

The marble floors were excessively shiny, the double stairway was held up by solid yet detailed stone pillars, and extravagant flower arrangements could be spotted on different tables throughout the large space. Over her head hung a giant golden chandelier that looked to be a hundred years old. Not a detail in this place was off, not a grain of dust could be seen. A surprisingly young butler came up to her with a welcoming smile on his face. "This way please, miss Cole."

Quinn followed him through several long hallways lined with old paintings and finally ended up outside of Mr Nazari's private office. "Wait here." The butler went to talk to another man in a suit, and Quinn sat down on a green velvet loveseat in what seemed to be the lobby of this place. People were hurrying through the room in all directions, carrying piles of papers and laundry. Not after long, two heavy wooded doors opened, and suddenly Quinn was faced with Mr Nazari himself.