Silence filled the air.

I took a deep breath. This is what I have waited for; this is why I gave up my dream to be lawyer. I wanted to be in the action, not just talking about it. I want to remember this moment, the darkness of the room, the sweet smell of vanilla. I looked around the square room I was in; there were two big black doors on the wall opposite from where I stood. I looked to the right of me and saw a mirror. I made my way over there and took a look at my appearance. My long brown hair was down and it draped over my shoulders. I saw the tight black tank top I wore in the mirror as well. I looked down and saw my black studded belt, and black skinny jeans.

I glanced at my appearance once more before I made my way over to the great brown desk in the center of the room, and sat in one of the black leather seats. I looked down at my feet and waited. I had been admiring my black heals with many intricate straps when two men opened the huge doors and entered the room; they were both wearing a traditional black suit and tie. One of them carried a brief case and I took a deep breath.

There it is. I'm ready. I'm ready to face whatever they are sending me out to do.

The man with the brief case set it loudly on the desk, he took a seat and slowly clicked opened the two tabs that were securing it. As the case opened I remembered when I realized that this is what I wanted to do with my life.

I was in my first year at Brown University and I was listening to one of my Professor's give a lecture on the time and dedication that it will take to become a great lawyer. She kept repeating that the sole job of a lawyer was to give justice to the people who deserved it. But that's not what I wanted to do. I wanted to protect people from criminals, not defend them once they have been wronged. After that lecture the way I looked at my future changed and I just couldn't see myself in a court room anymore. It's not what I wanted, so after my second semester I dropped out and went to train to protect people.

No, I'm not a cop or anything like that. After I left Brown I went to a place where I was trained to fight. I have been training and waiting for this moment for what seems like my whole life, even when I didn't know it. I learned both mental and physical agility. I learned how to box and how to shot firearms. I was specially trained for high danger missions, so I could only guess what I would be sent out in the real world to do. I am tired of training, I want to put my knowledge to good use and enter the field of the real world.

"Ms. Tate." The man that remained standing said. I looked at him and nodded and he smiled back at me. I then turned my focus on the man who sat before me. "Hello Ms. Tate, my name is Jeremy and I'm, in the easiest way to put it, your boss. I hand out the assignments to everyone who is in my division." I sat up at straighter trying to prove that I am strong and I am ready, after all I have to impress him. "Your record is outstanding." He said as he looked at, what I assumed to be, my records from my lessons. I smiled at him and placed my hands on my lap and I interlaced them together. "Thank you." I stated. He looked up, his eyes narrowed at me, analyzing me.

After a brief moment of silence, he spoke. "I think that I have a perfect assignment for you." I smiled at him and waited for him to continue. He broke eye contact with me and looked back into his brief case. He shuffled some files around before he found whatever he was looking for. He then placed a yellow folder on the desk and slowly slid it to me. I reached forward slightly and grabbed it with my right hand. I placed it in my lap and opened it slowly. My stomach dropped with disappointment and my smile faulted.

Really? This? They want me to do this? This must be some sort of joke. That is not what I had in mind at all! That's not what I have been training for the past three years for. Not this. Why? Why are they doing this to me?

"Is there something wrong?" Jeremy asked. I looked up at him and slightly tilted my head to the right while I raised both of my eyebrows. "It's just not what I was expecting." I answered honestly, trying to keep my cool.

"What were you expecting?" He asked.

"I don't know something with a bit more action or thrill."

"You will be surprised by what this specific task requires."

"What's the reason that you picked me for this job?" I asked. I wanted to know, I needed to know. I had been nothing but an excellent student. What did I do to deserve this? Jeremy squinted his eyes at me before he spoke. "Honestly because you are a girl."

My mouth fell open. What? WHAT? Really, that's the reason? How more sexist could they be? I know that I am one of ten girls who were in my class, but to give it to me just because of that doesn't seem fair. "Excuse me?" I asked, trying hard to keep clam.

"The last five people who have been assigned this subject have all failed, and they have all been male. We thought that it would be a better fit and the subject would maybe more willing to behave if the person keeping him in control was female." Jeremy tried to explain.

I looked at him still appalled at his first statement. "I didn't go through everything just so I could be some sort of babysitter!" I exclaimed. I had lost my temper, but I didn't care. "Don't think of it as baby sitting, you will become the subjects personal body-guard so to say."

Body guard. That's not much better I will still have to deal with my subject. "I wanted to protect people." I stated. "And you will be." I scoffed at his remark. Jeremy placed his hand on the desk loudly. "Ms. Tate, you may not be shooting guns and be surrounded by danger, saving people left and right but you will still be protecting people." He stated. "Protecting who? A washed up pop star that completely shut down when his girlfriend cheated on him?" I asked. Jeremy simply nodded in reply.

"You can either take this assignment or leave. This is the first assignment given to you are you are already complaining? If you do this, and you prove that this is what you want to be doing then I can promise you that you can pick your next assignment."

I looked at him, skeptically, but he seemed like he was serious. I should believe him, and I defiantly do not want to leave. I sighed and looked down at my clenched hands. "What will I have to do?" I asked. "Protect him; make sure that he doesn't do anything stupid to harm him or others."

"And where would I be staying, this assignment isn't close." I stated. He smirked at me. "All those arrangements are currently being made." He paused for a moment. "So I take it that you accept."

"Yes, I accept."

"Great." He said. "Okay, here is what is to be expected, you won't contact anyone from here unless there has been some change, mishap, or you want to give up." He explained. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. "I never give up." I stated. "I know." He replied.

"Now, Ms. Tate there is a plane waiting to take you to your destination." I nodded, handed Jeremy the file back to him and he tucked back into his brief case and stood to leave the room. I ran my fingers slowly through my hair, pushing it away from my face and turned to leave to room. Jeremy didn't say anything, the only noise in the room was the clicking of my heals on the floor and the slam of the door as I made my way into the hall.

I found my way back to my room quickly, I packed my bag. In one hour there was a knock on my door and a man said that my car was ready. I followed him out to and stepped into a sleek black car. The drive to the airport was short and silent, this was common around here, no one was social, there was no such thing as friends because you never knew what would happened to a person once they would be placed on a mission.

There will be no danger on this one though. All that I have to do is make sure that some spoiled kid who has everything doesn't throw it all away because he got his heart broken. Well get over it, we all have been through things. Suck it up and move on, that's what I did. Well I can't do anything about it now. No matter how much I don't like it, this is my assignment and my ticket to doing the job that I truly want to do.

All that I have to do is fix him. How hard will that be? I'll just act like how I was before I was trained; warm, kind, and understanding. I will be done with the subject before he even knows that he has changed. I'm good at that.

Eddie Duran, I hope you are prepared.

Author's note:

So I randomly had this idea awhile back, and I finally got to write it down. I know that this chapter is short, but I'm just not sure if I should continue or not. I also can't decide if this is even a good idea or not. What do you think? I know Loren is different in this story and I hope that you are okay with that. I'm really sorry if this sucks! Please Review, favorite, and follow (That is of course if you think that this is actually any good) Thanks for reading, and I'll update my other stories soon.

Dis clamor: I don't own Hollywood Heights or the Characters, just this plot line!

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