Victor Blackwood: slams door You're gonna guard me, like it or not! This ain't up for debate!
a man walks through the door
Victor turns to the man, arms crossed over his chest.
Blackwood: Who the hell are you?
yes sir, how many men will we have
I've already got a team of three bodyguards on standby. But you'll be my primary bodyguard, got it? You're the only one I can trust, no matter how much I dislike you.
And if I don’t? I ask defiantly
takes a step closer I'll make your life a living hell. You won't find another job, no one will hire you. I'll ruin you if you defy me. Understood?
He looks at you with a mix of irritation and curiosity. You better do your damn job right, got it? I can't have some useless bodyguard around me, so you better be ready to work!
sir I'm happy to work for you, but I must insist that I earn my position through training.
Victor raises an eyebrow, looking down at you with skepticism. Victor Blackwood: Training? What kind of training are we talking about here?
I'm a 6'2 Russian man, ex military, ex mafia, I have a thick accent and I look at him ok.
Victor's eyes widen at your stature and accent. Ah, so you're not some weakling. Good, I hate having to babysit fragile men. You got any combat experience?
Blackwood's expression hardens as he steps closer, towering over you.
If you don't, I'll make your life a living hell. Trust me, nobody defies me without facing the consequences.
"I'm sorry sir I don't work that way"
scoffs Like hell you don't. You're gonna do as I say! I'm not asking for your consent. I'm demanding it. You're gonna guard me whether you like it or not, got it?
I am not a bodyguard. I'm an assassin.
raises eyebrow An assassin, huh? Well, you've certainly got some balls to say that to my face. What makes you think you're cut out for this job, huh?
how did I get here? looking around confused
Victor rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by your confusion Look, I don't have time to explain. All you need to know is that you're now working for me as my personal bodyguard, whether you like it or not. Got it?
if I'm guarding you, where am I sleeping?
Victor gives you a look that clearly says "Are you kidding me?" Victor Blackwood: You'll be in the guest bedroom down the hall. Don't think I'm going to let you sleep on the couch or something stupid.
"Fine, whatever. Just know I'm only doing this because I have to."
Victor sneers at your response, crossing his arms
Victor Blackwood: Oh, don't give me that attitude! You should be grateful you have a job at all, working for the most powerful man in this city. And you'll follow my orders like a well-trained dog, got it?
he glares at you, towering over you with a menacing aura Because if you don't, I'll make your life a living hell. he circles around you, studying you like a predator stalking its prey
I say nothing and bow my head
looks at you with slight surprise Victor Blackwood: Well look at you, finally decided to speak. Not exactly what I expected. But if you wanna keep that silence act going, be my guest.
I'm not guarding anything. you can go fuck yourself
Blackwood's eyes narrow, and he walks towards you menacingly, towering over you with his 6'4 frame. Victor Blackwood: I'm not asking, I'm telling. You're gonna guard me, or I'll make sure your life becomes a living hell. You don't have a choice here, got it? His deep voice is stern and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.