His phone buzzed for what was at least the sixth time in the last hour. He rubbed his beak in frustration as he read the message. Mark could not take a hint that he wasn't interested in working for him. These messages had been going on for days, at this rate he would have to say yes to just to get him to stop. Falcon growled and threw the phone on his dresser. He needed a break, a workout was in order and he would not need his phone.

An hour later…

"You know if you worked for me, you'd have a gym right on site." A familiar voice said just as he was completing a power squat. You have got to be kidding me, he thought, it can't be him. Sure enough standing off to the side was Mark Beaks. Internally he groaned, what had he done to deserve this.

"Mr. Beaks, he addressed him, holding in his anger and doing his best to stay professional, "I think my messages made it clear I was not interested in being your bodyguard."

"C'mon Gravesy, after seeing how easily you took out my current security, I figured I might as well hire you to protect me."

"What is it about NO that you don't understand?"

"I'm a billionaire, no one actually says no to me." He quickly added, "It also means I can pay you a lot of money, ka-blam!"

Graves was not amused. "Working for you once was quite enough."

"Look if it's about the hat, I won't make you wear it this time."

He had to suppress the urge to grab him by the collar but he took a deep breath and centered himself. "The hat was not why I said no." Falcon said through clenched beak.

He shrugged. "OK, so I lied a little. No one's a 100% honest, I bet not even you Gravesy."

He had a point but still he was such an obnoxious little parrot. "Did you forget I tried to kill you?" He reminded him.

"It's just part of the job. Look how much do I have to offer you to make you say yes."

Falcon knew he wouldn't get rid of him so he threw out a number he figured there would be no way he'd pay. "$20,000 a day."

"Done, see was that so hard. You start tomorrow. Beaks out!"

Shit, that was not the answer he was expecting.

The next morning…

Falcon sat on the bed not sure he was ready for this particular job. He had dealt with the wealthiest of clients, to the lowest of the low, but Mark Beaks was something else. He sighed, getting up and stretching. Better get ready, the sooner I start, the sooner it will be over he told himself.

He stood in front of his full length mirror as he got ready. He prided himself in his personal appearance and made sure no detail was missed in his wardrobe. His career choice, though unsavory to most, allowed for him to indulge in the finer things. As he buttoned his shirt he thought how uncouth the whole working environment was at Waddle. He wasn't even there a day last time but slides, edible desks, is this what the world was coming too? He grimaced remembering that day, he was thankful for the trampolines so it wasn't all bad.

He grabbed his black silk tie and tied an impeccable Windsor knot. Finishing his look with gold cuff-links and a gold tie clip he gave himself a once-over and headed out the door.

He arrived at Waddle at 9:00AM sharp and checked in with a guard who was not thrilled to see him again.