The Bodyguard (On Hold)

The Bodyguard (On Hold)

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"One chance Sir, just one chance to proof I'm worth the task. I might be an ordinary school bus driver, but I can do this" Standing about 3 metres away from him, The Billionaire gazed at me with so much discredit. Rising up from a cane chair by the corner, he accidentally knocked down the table ahead of him, which left a tea cup from his hand, falling down to the ground. In no time, I went for it and got it. Yes I did, without a drop of coffee touching the ground. He gaped, then said "You are hired, be at my place by five in the morning." "Thanks Sir, I'm honoured being at your service." "No, not me.My kids.Two girls". he replied with smile.
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All I wanted to do was get a pair of combat boots. Black ones. I walk into the shoe store then walk to the aisle with combat boots. I've been here so many times to stare at them that I have the aisle memorized. I'm Dylan, Dylan Daniels. My family isn't poor. If you could call it a family. It's Mom and I in a townhouse. It's just my mom is a workaholic and I'm lucky if I see her for a minute. Some eighteen year olds would get high or drunk every night. She's not my mom, she took me in when my parents got in a car accident. She tells me to call her mom. In my case I work at Roquefield Towers as a receptionist from 1:30-5:00. If I ever want to buy anything I have to pay for it. Including food, any food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks. I walk to the Checkout Line, four people in front of me. I wait. When it's my turn, five men/guys in black clothing and black ski-masks walk in with guns aimed all directions.

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