The bodyguard

chapter 13 (Remastered)

Upon reaching Jayson parked his car in the underground parking lot. "You go ahead, I have to get something," He suggested. I was a little nervous, as all the times I'd been here I'd been accompanied, so being in this labyrinth alone made me feel off. "It's okay I can wait," I said, hoping he would understand what I was trying to say. "No no, go ahead, it'll only take me a second. Just go up to the third floor, that's where the entrance office is and wait for me there," he pushed. I sighed and opened the door.

It's okay, I'm fine.

I walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. The pit in my stomach got wider as the doors closed.

I'll be fine, I'm a skilled assassin... basically.

Soon, the door opened and I made it to the third floor. This time, there was no long hallway, only a desk in a room that was well-lit and had many windows. It looked like the entrance to a car dealership, it was very open. There were even windows inside the building that showed off some 'attractions' inside. I was a little surprised to see how open the place was, that's probably what makes it so discrete. It's a normal-looking building that anyone could walk into.

I approached the main desk where a woman with fair skin, auburn hair, freckles, and well-rounded glasses sat. She had a well-defined jawline and a chest that would make anyone double-take. She wore a deep red business casual jumpsuit. She was very focused on the monitor in front of her, her nails clicked away at the keys and mouse on her desk. There was also a little name card on her desk that said 'Kristen' on it.

The woman looked up at me.

"What do you need?" She asked. Her voice was stern and a bit annoyed. "Oh, I'm just waiting for Jayson," I said as I looked back at the elevator. "Miss, can I see your id?" She asked. I turned back to see her holding out her manicured hand. "I don't work here, I'm just waiting for Jayson," I explained. She raised an eyebrow. "Jayson who?" She asked.
"Jayson Moore Miller."

A smirk washed across her face.

"That's pretty funny," she said as she looked back at her monitor and clicked away at her keys. "There is no guest request today by Mr. Miller," She said. I sighed. "Look, I'm not trying to get into your fucking building I'm just waiting," I said, beginning to lose patience. Kristen's hand reached for a black phone beside her computer, "Look ma'am, if you can't prove that you're supposed to be here then I'm going to have to call security," She threatened.

Anger began to build up in my body.

Soon there was a ding coming from the elevator, and my head turned towards it. Jayson walked out of the elevator with a duffel bag in his hands and noticed me standing by the front desk

"Are you okay?" He asked. Kristen slammed her hand on her desk, "No Mr Miller, this woman is claiming you brought her here," she said. I had to fight the urge to punch her right there. Jayson reached down and put his hand on my head. "But she is my guest, I just never requested one," he admitted. Kristen, who now looked slightly embarrassed stood up as to be closer to eye level with Jayson.
"Well next time Mr. Miller you can't forget," she said before fluttering her lashes. "But, I guess I can look past it this time."

I almost threw up in my mouth.

He retracted his hand and stepped back, "Come on, let's go," Jayson said before walking ahead of me. Before following him I looked back at Kristen and looked her up and down. "Maybe tone it down next time," I suggested before jogging to catch up with Jayson.

"What are you here for?" I asked. "A sparring match with a friend and some boring work," He said. The thought of getting to see Jayson fight with someone else got me a little excited, I would get to see his fighting from another point of view.