Vanessa stared at the wine glass as she gulped two mouthfuls, and exhaled. " Very tasteful, she said, nodding as she set the glass cup on a porcelain table beside her".
Am so unlucky she thought. She had a bad day last night when her boss forced her to drink such a distasteful and awful soda that she had ever drunk in her life, scared that he might get poisoned. She had to taste his drinks before he took a sip to spare his life a few more years. She looked at her boss talking to some pretty ladies dressed in half-revealing clothes as he laughed, clutching one of the ladies' shoulders.
She gritted her teeth, Disgusting man.
What was it with this guy? I have never met anyone as rude, proud, arrogant and disgusting as him, treating everyone as servants and full of himself. Worst of all, he had a way of convincing people to do his dirty work for him. As the CEO of a large company, Davidson Enterprise, it wasn't like he had worked from scratch to earn wealth and fame; he just inherited it from his father. She cleaned her mouth with a handkerchief.
"Lucky fool", she thought.
She was assigned by the Security department in charge of bodyguards to protect him. He was almost assassinated twice, and rumours had gone out in public that he had a deal with a dark mafia group and didn't keep to the terms, so they wanted him killed. The security department she worked for had assigned her to protect him at his request, but when he had first seen her, he laughed so hard she felt she could pull a gun up and send the bastard to hell but she thought better of it.
"What happened to the male guys, I mean how can… he paused with a wicked grin on his lips. But no doubt you are very beautiful, he walked to Vanessa as he stroked her chin, I believe you can do more than bodyguarding, maybe you can satisfy…".
"I'm sorry, sir ". Vanessa had cut in as she removed his hands from her chin and stepped back.
"I am here to protect you, her face stern and not to be your mistress, it's my job to make sure you are safe; I hope you understand".
He grinned.
"Very well then, what was it you said your name was again". He said looking at the ceiling.
Vanessa she said, staring at his crimson suit avoiding his gaze, Vanessa Shaw.
"Young lady, I don't know why the security agency didn't send a male bodyguard for me. He adjusted his tie, but I believe they trust you enough to protect me, so do whatever it takes to obey my orders and keep me safe".
He smiled as he walked up to her whispering, his muffled breaths like mist in her ear.
"Even if it means doing an extra bedroom service for extra cash". He continued.
Vanessa had stared at him as he walked off. She clenched her fists.
"Dirty spoiled brat", she thought.
So far no assassination attempts on Marcel, her boss. It's been over five days now, but she knew something would strike one of these days. She looked at the MC, a young woman with a striking figure. She was the host for the Gala, and she was supposed to stand next to Marcel at the high table, but the fool had rejected it, telling her she was not welcome and would be a pain in the neck.
Vanessa sat on a table not far from him, her eyes scanned the room, and she knew in a high-profile occasion like this, something may happen, even though she wasn't getting along with Marcel, she had to protect him after all.
Swinging her hair backwards. "He paid her salary".
Two men dressed in black with blue face caps entered the ballroom, and they sat adjacent to each other.
"What the hell did she think? Why do I have these chills running in me, just looking at those men? Come on, c'mon Vanessa, don't get so paranoid. I'm sure they are just guests".
She inhales and exhales, but she still couldn't stop looking at them and Marcel.
Alright, the beautiful host shouted as she captured the attention of her audience.
"I am very grateful for your attention and presence. She radiated a beautiful smile at this event, and I would love to call forth Mr Marcel Davidson to please step forward and collect your award for best CEO and business partner of the year".
The whole room erupted in applause as Marcel walked forward with a grin and shook hands with the host. He waved at the crowd and stood before the MC.
Vanessa looked at the two men dressed in black as they walked off to the exit area. She stood up; she didn't know if it was mere foolishness or adrenaline, but she instantly knew something wasn't right.
She touched her gun in her pocket close to her thigh.
"Sit down, you are blocking the view". An elderly woman with wrinkles and sunglasses behind her said.
Vanessa smiled apologetically as she sat on her chair, her eyes following the trailing men.
"c'mon, Vanessa, why are you so worried? The security here is tight and very hard for any assassination attempts on anyone. Marcel would be fine. I just need to cool off ". She thought.
She took a glass of water, and as she gulped it with speed, she exhaled.
There was a loud noise as everyone went quiet in the ballroom, and panic erupted in the gala as whispers and quiet calls were made. Vanessa was sure of what she heard; it was a gunshot. She immediately got up and pulled her gun out. Suddenly several shots were fired as everyone went under the tables, screams were heard with glasses breaking and some people running, Vanessa managed to glance at Marcel and he was visibly horrified, his face was stark red and his eyes felt like they were going to come off anytime soon, if he had the chance to fly he wouldn't think twice. She thought.
Vanessa shot her gun in the direction of the gunshots, as she hurried to Marcel. Several People were shot as they lay injured on the ground.
Vanessa saw one of the attackers and shot him, she kneeled next to Marcel.
"Stay with me, I am sure they are after you," Vanessa said in panic.
"Don't order me around, why do I have to take orders from a woman, can't you see there are several shooters". Marcel shot back.
Vanessa glared at him. He was trying so hard to hide himself in a covered table buffet. She looked at the host, whose red flowing gown was now covered in black dust and ripped into shreds. She was crying like the world was ripping in half.
Vanessa exhales, she pulls her gun up and is shooting, more like blind shooting to give her hope because she couldn't see anything, just bullets rippling the air with ear-crunching sounds.
"Call the police for god damn sake, are you my bodyguard or some wit with no skill". Marcel said as he used a tablecloth to cover his ears, easing him from the bullet noise.
She touched her pocket, oh my !! she thought. I left my phone on the table. She looked at Marcel, suddenly tense.
"What the hell are you waiting for?", Marcel screamed.
Sorry boss, but we have to go, I mean right now. These people are after you, it's not safe and I left my phone on the… she stammered on the table during the shooting.
Marcel gritted his teeth.
"What the hell, do you think this is some sort of joke". He was visibly mad.
"I'm sorry, sir, please come with me".
Vanessa got up. The shooters were probably after Marcel; if she could get him somewhere out, the shooting would end. She crawls on the floor but stops to look back as Marcel is looking at her with disdainful eyes.
"Sir, we have to go", Vanessa said, hardly hiding the anger in her voice.
"Are you crazy, Marcel snapped. How can a wealthy man, a billionaire of high class and status, crawl under the feet with a female bodyguard? You must be nuts to think so".
Suddenly, two masked men came running in their direction with shotguns; they were scanning the crowd. Marcel, in panic, crawled to Vanessa, and they both crawled on the floor heading for a back door exit.
Vanessa and Marcel finally got up and ran quickly.
Vanessa kicked a door open with her feet as they raced for the back door. Four men were in hot pursuit of them. Vanessa turned her back and shot one of them as she continued running.
"Gosh, he ran so fast, Vanessa thought, staring at Marcel.
Marcel slipped and fell on the ground as he grunted in pain, Vanessa fell beside him as her gun fell from her hand, hitting a broken wardrobe.
There they are, kill them. A voice said with triggers clicking in the air.