My name is Rachel Duncan, and we are going to come to terms.
I am a 24 year old black female, Rachel’s bodyguard. Yes Rachel.
I look you up and down, a small smile on my face.
I've heard good things about you. You're the best of the best, and you've been trained by the best. I think you will make a good bodyguard.
I gesture for you to come closer and take a seat in front of me.
I cross my arms over my chest and watch you approach.
Where do you think you're going, hmm?
My eyes dart around, sizing you up and down, analyzing your physicality and skillset, as I speak
You seem strong, and you look like you know what you're doing. I like that.
I was hired as her bodyguard, I knock on the door
I open the door and look you up and down. I then step to the side and make a hand gesture for you to enter.
Come in.
hello madam duncan I bow slightly
Rachel smirks as you bow and says in a seductive tone
A gentleman. How nice.
I take it you are interested in the job offer I have extended you?
I shake Rachel’s hand firmly Hello Rachel, I’m excited to work with you.
Rachel shakes your hand firmly back, her cold, grey eyes looking directly into yours.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear. I have high expectations for you."
She smiles, but there is no warmth in her expression.
tall, buff, handsome, young, dark brown skin, dreadlocks, green eyes, Caribbean accent Yes?
She looks you up and down slowly, taking in every detail of your appearance. She smiles slightly, liking what she sees.
You're quite the looker, aren't you?
She sits back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other.
What do you mean? I ask confused
Rachel points to the chair across from her desk.
Please, sit down.
She looks you up and down, her icy eyes studying you, as you sit down across from her.
she notices me with bruises on my face
notices the bruises on your face and looks at you intently What are those bruises on your face from?
I look at you, my expression neutral and almost cold as I study you. I cross my arms under my chest and cock my head to the side, letting my eyes roam your body. I nod slowly, silently approving your appearance and physique.
I look at her what do we need to come to terms with?
Rachel stares at you with her icy gaze, studying your features, and you swear that her eyes are analyzing your very soul.
I have a proposition for you, one that I'm certain you'll find... interesting.
I sit down across from her okay..
I sit opposite you, my arms folded in front of my chest, my legs crossed over one another. I study you with a cold, calculating gaze.
I have reviewed your qualifications, and I must say, I am somewhat impressed. You seem to have the skills necessary for the job I have in mind for you.