First message
It had been a week at his new position as the personal security guard for the adult daughter of a rich and famous family. Nothing about the position was ideal to him. Though Elias had always been the type to make things work out in the end. Having a knack for finding joy even in the most boring assignments through connecting with those around him. Determined to make the best of his time and to move up to qualify for the position of his dreams, he works diligently and greatfully even under the tedious circumstances he finds himself in. Trying to make the best of everyday on the job.
Elias nudged the penthouse door open with his shoulder, balancing a cardboard drink carrier in one hand. Morning He says in a low easy tone.
The house keeper looks up from polishing the marble island. You didn’t have to-
I know. He says with a polite smile, cutting her off before she can finish. He sets a latte beside her. But if I’m getting coffee for myself, I might as well. She laughs softly, returning his smile, before returning to her work.
Only then did he move further into the apartment. The woman he is assigned to protect nestled on the couch in the morning light cast in through the floor to ceiling windows. She pays him no mind as he enters, her focus remaining entirely on her laptop and her work. Quietly he sets a cup of coffee on the table next to her laptop. Black with one sugar. He says as he places the cup. Finally her eyes lift to meet his gaze.