Page 2 of Her Billionaire Bossholes

CHARLIE

Arush of excitement and disbelief washes over me. The moguls, during a televised interview, were assaulted by a member of the audience, a shocking event that has escalated the need for heightened security measures.

"Yes, of course," I say a little too eagerly.

As I end the call, I take a deep breath, realizing that this role is likely going to be far different from any other I've assumed as a bodyguard. I've been a bodyguard for hire ever since a knee injury took me out of competitive kickboxing. Since then, I've protected families and businesses alike--just never anyone as important as this.

The CEOs of BioCore Solutions are among the most renowned in the business world. They not only own and manage a multi-billion dollar company, but also frequent several exclusive political events. I'll have to be extra vigilant against any potential threats from would-be attackers lurking around every corner as they go about their daily routines and business meetings.

It's really a wonder how they haven't hired personal bodyguards already, considering the trouble I always see them in on the news. Their field is controversial no matter what angle you look at it from, and always surrounded by politics. They're lucky someone didn't decide to attack them sooner.

When I'm standing up, stretching out my quads, my phone rings again. "Hello?"

"Ah, hello again, Miss Moore," the secretary greets. "It seems I made a mistake. They wouldn't like you to start tomorrow."

My stomach drops as I realize she called the wrong person and BioCore wants to hire someone else. Until she says, "They actually want you here today."

I'm taken aback by this sudden request, but soon come around to understanding how urgent their need is; they've already been in a dangerous situation once before and simply cannot afford any more delays that could potentially export them into trouble again.

Undeterred though, I give her an affirmative answer adding one condition: two hours at most for preparation.

"Very well," She responds satisfactorily before ending the call.

The thought of spending days safeguarding such high-powered figures stirs anxiety within me despite knowing that I'm more than capable of doing it.

I quickly finish my stretches, strip down and take a shower, trying to wash the stench off my skin. As I stand beneath the warm stream of water, I think about what it will be like when I finally get face-to-face with BioCore's CEOs -- Leo Thompson, Jackson Harris and Caleb Carter.

While they appear as formidable tycoons on TV interviews or public events covered by news channels; individually these men are private individuals whose day-to-day activities remain shrouded in mystery from their legions of admirers around the world. Nevertheless, I only vow to carry out whatever my job responsibilities involving them will be.

"First impressions are everything," I remind myself sternly, digging through my closet for the perfect outfit is always stressful -- especially when it comes down to making a good first impression on important people such as these moguls.

After dancing between two outfits, I finally settle on one that fits me like armor; elegant yet comfortable enough not to be restricted during any potential action-packed situations involving them. A few spritzes of perfume also help make sure that when they meet me, they'll smell success rather than sweat or fear on their bodyguard.

I strap up the knee brace around my leg before tossing some necessities inside my bag: wallet, pepper spray of course - no bodyguard job without it — and phone charger; all essential items required while being deployed in this line of work. Finally slinging the bag over my shoulder, I look in the mirror.

"You've got this." The woman in the mirror eyes me with confidence. "You are as capable as you've always been. You can handle taking care of three men."

A loud, impatient honk signals the arrival of the BioCore car, waiting to take me to the facility. This is it. Making sure to be punctual, I hop into the car outside my house and speed off towards BioCore’s offices.

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"Wow,"I breathe, gazing at the fortress-like building.

The air is thick with security measures as I approach the entrance, the imposing gates a reminder of the importance of the work that lies within.

"Welcome, Miss Moore." A BioCore secretary, wearing a badge with the company logo, greets me at the door. "Thank you for making it on such short notice."

She exudes an air of professionalism as she starts on an almost sales-pitch type explanation of the facility, her words cascading with enthusiasm and pride. It's clear that she wants to impress me with the cutting-edge technology and state-of-the-art security measures in place.

I listen intently as she describes the multi-layered security system, the advanced surveillance technology, and the highly trained personnel dedicated to safeguarding the facility. Her words paint a vivid picture of a fortress-like environment, where every detail has been meticulously designed to ensure the safety and confidentiality of BioCore's operations.

With this level of security, they'd never need a bodyguard if they just didn't leave the property.

Despite my awe and admiration for the impressive security measures, I'm not too impressed with the secretary. She seems a bit overly rehearsed in her delivery and I get a sense that she's trying to oversell something - it almost feels like she doesn't trust me enough to believe what she's saying.

But the secretary continues her spiel, describing the advanced medical research conducted within these walls and how they are pushing boundaries to maintain a safer environment. She goes on to explain their commitment in developing new technologies and treatments for some of society's most pressing diseases.

"You'll have a proper tour of the facility after meeting with the CEOs," she explains, taking an abrupt turn into another hall. "They're waiting for you now, but I need to get you settled with security access."

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