Chapter Three- So Mr Logan Is Here???
Ethan++++++
"Isn't what I wore cheap enough for them?" I thought, as I stood there like an idiot in the middle of the room.
"I dug through my whole damn closet for the dullest suit I own and somehow it's still screaming 'I have money'? Do I have to show up in rags and holes like a freaking pauper to be believed?"
I kept my head slightly bowed, hands clasped in front of me like some respectful applicant, even though my blood was already boiling.
They hadn't even said "sit down" yet. Rude as fuck. I rolled my eyes.
The middle-aged guy with the shiny bald head and cheap tie leaned forward, squinting at me.
"Why am I suddenly scared to continue this interview with you?" he asked, voice dripping suspicion.
I didn't answer. I just stood there waiting. My legs were starting to ache, but screw it — I wasn't moving until they told me to.
At least give me a chair before you grill me like I robbed a bank, you big-headed bastard.
"Even your shoes look expensive," he kept going, pointing at my shoe.. "That leather? That shine? Come on, kid."
Can he just shut up?
I almost gagged. Can this parrot shut up already?
I bowed my head a couple more times, hoping he'd finally get the hint and offer me a seat, but nope. He just kept yapping like his life depended on insulting me.
I lifted my eyes a little and checked the other two interviewers.
They both looked young and bored. No wonder they weren't stopping him. They were probably too scared to tell their senior to stop asking me what I was wearing but instead ask me question about my application..
"Who sent you?" Baldy suddenly blurted out, eyes narrowing. "Did someone send you? Are you here to harm the company? Did my high-school bully put you up to this?"
I stared at him.
For a full second.
Then two.
Hold on!!!! — his high-school bully? What the hell does that have to do with me?
Mr Bald Headed Bastard is definitely insane.
If this is how he act, I don't even blame his high school bully for bullying him back in the days.
He is a walking, talking insecurity with a mouth that never closes.
I was literally one breath away from spinning on my heel and walking out. Screw the job, screw the revenge.
I'd had find a way to apply for another job in Logan enterprise and pass the interview because I surely would get my revenge.
But then I thought to myself that this clown wasn't worth it..
…..
I was still standing, waiting for whatever Mr. Bald-headed demon had to say, when a voice suddenly spoke up behind me.
"Why isn't the applicant sitting down?!"
Baldy's mouth snapped shut so fast I almost heard his teeth click.
"I asked you a question," the voice said again, colder this time. "Why is he still standing?"
I wanted so bad to turn around and see who it was, but I forced myself to stare straight ahead. The footsteps came closer.
"Actually… he… he just came in… it hasn't even been a full minute," Baldy stammered.
Liar. I cussed at him.
I had been standing here long enough to lose my patience.
If baldy was stammering…
Then whoever just walked in—
Was someone important.
Not that it mattered to me.
....
His footsteps grew louder behind me, and all of a sudden he walked past me and went to sit in the remaining empty chair.
He was putting on a nose mask, so i couldn't even tell what he looked like.
He gestured toward me.
"You can sit," he said quietly."
I gave a small bow — God, it felt so cringe doing it over and over — and lowered myself into the chair.
He tilted his head a little. "What is your name?"
"Ethan, sir," I answered, keeping my voice steady.
"Mr. Ethan… why did you apply to be a bodyguard at Logan's Enterprise?" He tapped my file on the table.
"Looking at you, you don't seem like someone who's ever done this kind of work a day in your life."
Wait — is it that obvious? I thought, panic flashing in my chest.
My palms went sweaty. I opened my mouth to start spinning the story I'd practiced.
But Baldy jumped in faster than his own shadow.
"See? Look at him! Even dressed down he looks so rich. Everything about him screams rich. I doubt he's here for the job at all."
I almost lunged across the table to smack that smug face.
Heaven, give me the strength not to end this fool right here. My fingers dug into my thighs.
The masked guy raised one eyebrow but stayed quiet.
I took a deep breath and leaned forward a little, letting my voice shake just enough.
"Is it a crime to apply for this job even if I've never been a bodyguard before? Does my outfit suddenly make me unworthy because I look… rich?" I forced a bitter laugh.
"Or does it just make you uncomfortable?"
The bald man shifted slightly.
"I'm sorry to break it to you, but I'm far from rich…."
I paused, swallowing hard.
"Excuse me for even trying, but life didn't give me a choice."
"I used to work at a decent company; good pay and steady working hours. Then one random Tuesday they called me in, handed me a brown envelope, and told me to clear my desk without no prior warning.
I blinked fast and made my eyes water.
"I had to start from scratch. Rent due, bills piling up, stomach empty. This bodyguard job?
It's the only thing that looked possible. These suits? These shoes? They're the last decent things I own from my old life.
"Should I have sold it? Walk in here looking miserable just so I can prove to you that I am broke enough for you people?"
I wiped my face roughly.
"Blame life, not me. Life turned its back on me. I'm just trying to survive."
"If applying for this job makes me desperate, then yes—I am," I said quietly. "But don't mistake that for being unqualified."
I forced a faint smile.
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God, lying is stressful.
My back was soaked with sweat.
Baldy's face went pale.
"I—I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean it that way. I was just… being careful…"
The masked guy turned to him slowly.
"How do you feel making someone relive the trauma of getting fired like that?" Mr masked man asked..
"Mr. Logan, I really didn't—" Baldy started, but I barely heard the rest.
My brain short-circuited.
Mr. Logan?
The man in the mask… the one who just saved my ass from that idiot…
He was Logan?
The same Logan I'd spent several years hating.
He was standing three feet away from me.
"So the bastard I've been dreaming about getting close to… is right here?"