A/N: Okay, so the feedback for this story has been awesome. This is a bit shorter than the first chapter, but it was mostly a filler chapter. Next chapter will be a lot more eventful. Let me know what you think. Reviews motivate me to work harder :)
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I was escorted into the White House by two of the president's Secret Service guards. It took a while for me just to get into the White House because the security was so strict. It was worse than airport security. I couldn't wear anything metal, so I couldn't wear my rings and earrings, and I couldn't have my phone with me, and I couldn't have any objects that could be used as weapons. It was incredibly annoying going through all the security, but I guess it was important to keep the president safe.
"Do either of you know why I'm here?" I asked the guards who were escorting me to the president. My conversation over the phone with Jason Beale was short and pretty vague, and he never told me why he wanted to meet me. He only told me that he wanted to see me so we could "catch up."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Mitchell, but we don't know anything," one of the guards replied. He was kind of geeky and didn't look like somebody who would take up a job protecting the president. He had curly hair and long sideburns and he was a little bit on the shorter side. "We were just told to escort you safely to Mr. Beale's office."
"He also told us not to give you any shit because you could probably kick both our asses with your hands tied behind your back," the other guard grinned. He was a good-looking guy and his attitude was a bit like Shane's. He had dark brown hair and a nice smile. He seemed a bit goofy, but in a charming kind of way. "Although, I didn't expect you to be so short."
"Watch it, man. Don't make jokes about my height," I snapped and scowled at him. He looked scared, like he actually thought he offended me, but then I smirked to let him know I was just kidding around.
"So, you're in the army?" He asked and gestured to the suit I was wearing. It was a dark green jacket with all the medals I earned on it. I also wore matching green pants with some black shoes.
"I was. I recently got let go due to an injury."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." He opened a door that led to the president's office. I saw Jason sitting at a large desk filling out paperwork. "Well, here we are."
Jason looked up from his paperwork and smiled. He stood up from his desk and shook my hand. He still looked the same from when I last saw him when I was about 18. The only thing different was that some of his dirty blonde hair was turning grey, but he still looked a lot younger than 53 years old. He was still very muscular and just as handsome as he was in his younger years.
"Beca! Glad you got here safely. I hope these two didn't give you any trouble on your way here," Jason said, and nodded towards the two guards that brought me to his office.
"No trouble, sir," I said.
"Thank you, Jesse and Benji, for escorting Beca here. Please wait outside the door and don't let anybody in unless it's my family." Once the two left the room, Jason sat down at his desk and I sat in a chair across from him. "So, I bet you're wondering why I asked you to come here."
"Yes, sir."
"Beca, I've known you since you were a baby. You don't have to call me sir."
"Sorry, Jason. It's kind of a habit," I replied.
"It's fine. Anyways, I called you here to offer you a job," he said.
"A job doing what, exactly?" I asked.
"Recently we've received threats that have been targeting Chloe. Not many people know about these threats. Just my family, Jesse and Benji because they're the most trustworthy people I have protecting my family, and now you. I need your help, Beca. I need you to protect Chloe because you're probably more trained than all of the men protecting my family," he explained.
"So you basically want me to be Chloe's bodyguard?"
"Sort of, but I also want you to be the head of my security. You can be completely in charge of everything that goes on with my security."
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. This could be a great opportunity for me, but I was also afraid I wasn't qualified enough for this job. "I don't know, Jason," I muttered. "I don't think I'm cut out for this job."
Jason just smiled at me and didn't say a word. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a folder. He flipped through some of the pages in the folder until he found what he was looking for. He cleared his throat and said, "When you first joined the army you were given a lot of shit because you were a girl, but you proved everybody wrong by showing them your great leadership skills. That's what I need, Beca. I need a great leader to be in charge of my security. You'll be completely in charge and you can do anything you want to improve my security."
"How did you know I got a lot of shit when I first enlisted?" I asked skeptically, completely ignoring the rest of what he said.
He waved the folder in his hands and said, "this is your file. I know pretty much everything that happened to you in the past seven years. When your mother was dying, I promised her I'd keep an eye out for you to make sure you were okay because she knew your father wasn't going to watch out for you. I couldn't really get in touch with you because you were in Iraq and Afghanistan for most of the time, but I got a hold of your file so I knew what was going on in your life. I know you'll be able to do this job. I have faith in you."
Jason and my mother were best friends ever since they went to college together. I had known Jason my entire life and he was more of a father to me than my actual father. When I was younger my mother and I spent a lot of time at Jason's house, or him and his wife Kate would come to our house for dinner. My mom's friendship with Jason was one of the reasons why my parents got divorced. My dad was jealous and accused my mom of having an affair with him, even though Jason was happily married to Kate. It turns out that my dad was really the one who was having an affair, but he just wanted to put the blame on my mom to make him feel less guilty.
"Okay," I sighed. "I guess I'll take the job."
Just when Jason was about to speak, the door to the office flew open and an angry Chloe Beale walked in. Chloe and I had never been very close when we were younger. She was beautiful and popular and I was awkward and had braces and wore glasses. We were just too different to be friends, but we were friendly to each other when our families got together. I hadn't seen her since I was 16 because she went off to college, and I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't recognize me because I look nothing like I did when I was a teenager. I always remembered her being a cheerful girl, but now she looked like she was about to kill someone, and if I'm being honest I was kind of scared.
"What the hell, dad? Why did I just find out from mom that I'm getting a bodyguard?" She shouted. Her fists were clenched by her sides and her cheeks were flushed. If looks could kill, Jason would've been a bloody mess on the ground. I don't even think she realized that I was in the room because she was more focused on Jason.
"Sweetie, I'm doing this to protect you. These threats are serious and you need someone to protect you if anything goes wrong. I trust Beca to protect you," Jason said calmly.
"I don't need to be protected! I'm not a child! I can take care of myself!"
"I don't want to here another word, Chloe," Jason said sternly. "I want you under 24 hour protection, which means Beca is going to be moving into one of the rooms in your house in case anything goes wrong in the middle of the night. You're going to have a bodyguard whether you like it or not and that is final."
My eyes widened in shock when I found out he wanted me to move into Chloe's house. I would probably be the one who needed a bodyguard because she'd probably try to kill me in my sleep. I kind of wished I could back out now, but I needed a job and this was probably the only job I'd find that interested me.
Chloe huffed and stormed out of the room without another word. I didn't understand why she was so upset with having a bodyguard, but I guess I was going to have to put up with her attitude because we'd be spending a lot of time together. Jason sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked stressed, which was understandable because he's the president after all.
"I'm sorry about her. I'm hoping eventually she'll warm up to you, but she doesn't like being followed around by guards all the time, and now she's going to be stuck with one 24/7. Just give her a chance. She's doesn't usually have such a bad attitude," Jason said. He opened a drawer from his desk and pulled out a set of keys and a handgun. He tossed the keys to me and carefully handed me the gun. "Those are the keys to your new car. All of my security gets one, but I got you the nicest one since you're the head of my security now. There's a full tank of gas in it. There's also ammunition in the trunk of your car. Go pack up your stuff, then come back here to pick Chloe up and she'll show you to your new home."
"You seemed pretty confident that I'd accept the job. I mean, you bought me a car and you didn't even know if I'd say yes or not," I smirked. "Which, by the way, I'm totally only taking this job for the car."
Jason chuckled. "One way or another, I would have gotten you to take the job. Now get out of here and get your stuff. You're going to be very busy starting tomorrow."
I grinned and stood up from my seat. I didn't know much, but one thing was certain, being Chloe Beale's body guard sure was going to be interesting.
A few hours later I was pulling up to the White House with all of my belongings in the trunk of my brand new black Escalade ESV. I had never driven in a car this nice before and I felt like a total bad ass driving it. I parked the car in front of the entrance of the White House and got out of the car. Jesse and Benji were already outside with Chloe waiting for me. Chloe didn't look too pleased as I opened the back door for her, but she got in without saying a word and I closed the door.
"I don't think she likes me very much," I muttered.
"Don't worry, she'll get used to you," Benji said. "She doesn't like any of the guards when they first start but eventually she'll start being friendly."
"Great," I mumbled. "I guess I'll see you two around. Have a good night." I got back in the car and looked at Chloe through the rearview mirror. "Where are we heading?"
"58 Prospect Street," she replied.
Neither of us said another word as we drove to her house. It was going to be really interesting living with someone who seemed to hate me. I wasn't going to allow her to disrespect me, though. I don't care if she's the president's daughter, if she's going to be a bitch to me I'm going to be a bitch right back. That's one of the reasons I was so successful in the army, because I didn't take anyone's bullshit.
We pulled up to a huge house that was three times as big as my dad's house, and my dad had a good sized house. I parked in the driveway and got out of the car to get my stuff out of the trunk. I grabbed my laptop bag and the bag that had the rest of my equipment and followed Chloe inside. She immediately led me to my bedroom, which was about twice the size of the room I had at my dad's. There was a walk in closet and plenty of space for my equipment. It also had it's own bathroom, so I wouldn't have to worry about sharing a bathroom with Chloe.
"This is your room. Try not to make a lot of noise. You can use whatever you want in the house as long as you don't make a mess or break anything," she said. "My room is next door if you need me. Try not to need me." She left without another word and closed the door behind her.
I put my bags on my bed and then went out to get the rest of my stuff from the car, which was only a suitcase, two gym bags, the box of ammunition and my gun. When I got back to my room with all of my bags, I slid the box of ammunition under my bed and put my gun in the top drawer of my dresser. I put all my clothes in the closet and my dresser. I placed a framed picture of my mom and I on my bedside table. I was seventeen in the picture and it was taken a few weeks after my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. We were at a family barbecue when somebody took the picture. After putting the picture on the bedside table, I began to set up my equipment.
Once I finished unpacking my stuff, I sat on my bed and sighed. I had a feeling living with Chloe was going to be a living hell.