"What did you tell me about the job again?" Buffy nervously changed her position in the chair.
"Don't worry." Andrew said turning pages of Metropolis. "My boss is really good. She only needs a bodyguard-more like a bouncer. I read the job advert and it was fairly simple. There are no immediate threats."
They were sitting in the reception area of Bel-Air waiting for the interview. Buffy rubbed her hands nervously and watched the clock on the big wall covered with wood panels behind the mahogany reception desk. It was about time.
"What is the name of the organization?" Buffy asked to pass time.
"I don't think it is an organization. I guess it is a celebrity or some CEO maybe. I work with his personal team. You will be a part of his security team."
"So where do you work?"
"Courtney, who is my boss, doesn't require me to report here and the mansion is under renovation so I guess I will be reporting there afterward."
Buffy anxiously checked the time again. "I have never worked with an individual. What if he is a douche…?"
Someone interrupted her. "I assure you Miss Summers. My boss is not a douche bag." Ebony beauty stood in front of her in a black chic suit. Andrew jumped to his feet.
"Buffy! This is Courtney Marshall. My boss. And this is Buffy-the one I talked about."
Buffy stretched her hand for a handshake analyzing her from top to bottom. She looked like a mature, level-headed person to her but then again, looks could be deceiving. She asked her to follow her into a room.
After going through some rigorous strength tests which involves some serious weight lifting and block breaking, they finally sat in an office room. Courtney kept busy scribbling in her file.
"Well, Miss Summers! You have passed all the physical tests with flying colors which means you have passed this interview. I offer you a job as a security staff of my boss. If you are hundred percent sure that you want this job, we can sign a contract today. You may ask any question you wish."
"I would really like to know who I will be working for." Buffy tried to smile with courtesy.
"I cannot disclose it until you sign the contract." Courtney was resolute.
"I can be happy with a general idea."
"He is a high-profile actor and cannot appear in public without adequate security measures. You will be accompanying him twenty four by seven: on shoots, on promotional tours, and at home. You will be provided living quarters. You will be entitled to enjoy all amenities at his mansion and you will also get a full 401k." Courtney smiled finishing her sentence.
Buffy knew that she could not get a job of this level in market and she feared Courtney also knew that.
"Can I think over and get back to you?"
"I am sorry. You have to take a decision right now. It is a highly confidential job and we cannot afford any kind of leaks." Courtney said. "If you join, you will also need to sign an NDA."
Buffy sighed. "I am in."
How bad it can get?
After signing a lot of documents which Buffy didn't bother to read, Courtney finally announced.
"Congratulations! You are now a staff member. I think it is time you should meet your boss. But I must warn you. Don't get all fangirly over him, if you want to keep this job." She winked mischievously.
Buffy fanned herself with her hand to be a part of the joke.
"Let's go." Walking through a lot of corridors, Courtney brought her to a suite entering through a double door. The room was barely lit only by candles. The windows were barred with heavy black curtains. A man was stretched over a diwan. His body was covered only by a trouser and his long bleached hair were laying on his bare shoulders and chest.
"William! Meet your new recruit."
He turned his neck and the melancholy on his face slowly turned into a smug smile.
"Well! Well! Well!" He whispered slowly.
For a moment, Buffy was unable to believe her eyes. With her eyes popping out of their sockets, she choked a word.
"Spike?"