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Ash Minor - singer, song writer, billboard blasting track producer. A pop star.
He knows how to play the heart strings. Sometimes soothing, sometimes shooting up the blood pressure.
But always playing.
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"Do you have any NDA form in your wallet?" Boss asks while unlocking the locker.
"I have two." I reply. We are in the front room of the guard house, where the supplies are kept.
Boss nods. "Don't let any visitors stay alone with him unless they sign that thing."
"Do you really think I would need it? You're going for a lunch break and he is home." I ask, wondering the necessity.
Boss chooses a worn out set of car keys from the wall hanger. He's taking the smallest car then– the one we use for coffee runs and grocery shopping. It's an old Civic with enough mileage left for another ten years of smooth drive. But I couldn't imagine him driving it though. It's not his type.
"Never underestimate what Ash can do. I'll be gone for twenty minutes and that's enough time for him to get naked with three girls. It doesn't matter where he is." He says removing his gun effortlessly and securing it in the locker.
"In that case, I'll take one more form." I pick another NDA from the folder set on the table, though I can't imagine such a scene. It'd take me twenty minutes just to chat up a girl to go for a coffee with me.
"Alright. Don't call me unless it's code red."
"Yes, boss." I give a curt nod and walk towards the main house leaving boss to his lunch break.
The main house is a two storey building set on the center of half an acre of greenery. First floor is opulent in decorations to impress the guests —TV, couch, wall paintings, photos, showcase with various trophies—everything was huge and yet tasteful. It also housed an office at the backside where the staff clocked in clerical work that goes with the music industry. The second floor is Ash's personal quarters with two bedrooms, a studio room and a living room. The staff quarters behind the house contains the kitchen. I know the whole place like the back of my hand. Still I got a special tour of the second floor yesterday, to refresh my memory boss said.
The second floor is in total contrast with first floor. A small three plus two couch with plain wooden tables are the only furniture in the living room.
Jonas winks when I reach the living room door. He is on tier two duty this week.
"He's roasting Kester." He whispers when I cross the threshold and enter the living room.
Ash is sprawled on the couch, glaring at Kester who's standing in front of him.
I take position behind the couch with wildly beating heart.
Today is my first day in personal tier duty of my bodyguard career. I'm buzzing with excitement. It's only for twenty minutes. But it's an important step. And I will make boss proud.
"I'm not asking this for my own benefit!" Kester screeches and thumps a rolled paper on the table in front of Ash.
"That's so generous of you.. Still the answer is no!" Ash screeches back and unlocks his phone, ignoring Kester. His screech was worse than Kester's, more cringe worthy, as if he purposefully did a mocking mimicry of Kester's voice.
