Chapter Four- A Match Made In Pure Violence
Ethan ++++++++++
"How many damn times do I have to tell you not to fucking call my name for any reason?" Logan's voice fired at the middle aged bald headed demon.
I sat there frozen, eyes wide behind my fake-tear act.
Logan what the hell are you hiding from?
I thought, watching his shoulders go stiff. Why get this pissed just because someone said your own name out loud?
You're supposed to be the big bad wolf. The guy who orders families burned alive. You shouldn't be scared of your own face showing up in a damn interview room.
Baldy started melting right in front of us.
"S-sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean— I just— please, Mr. Logan—"
He was bowing so low his forehead almost touched the table, words tumbling out like he was fighting for his life.
There's definitely a reason he keeps that mask on, I told myself.
A killer who erases people without blinking shouldn't flinch at a little sunlight on his cheek.
Isn't he supposed to be immortal? Heartless? The kind of monster who laughs while houses burn?
…..
Mr Bald-headed middle aged demonkept apologizing, stumbling over his own words.
"I really didn't mean any harm, sir, I just—"
"Enough."
Logan stood up abruptly.
The chair scraped loudly against the floor.
"You can continue the interview without me," he said flatly. "I'm leaving."
For a second, I thought I heard wrong.
What the fuck?
My brain short-circuited. Sit your ass back down and at least pretend to listen to me first, you bastard.
I didn't drag myself through all this clown show for you to bail after two minutes!
"But sir," one of the female interviewers said quickly, "you just got here—"
"I can leave even if I just got here," Logan cut in, his tone filled with irritation..
His gaze flicked toward Mr Baldy again.
"And since he clearly enjoys talking so much, he can continue the interview."
Mr Baldy lowered his head immediately.
"Sir, I—"
"Send me the details of the candidates who have already been interviewed," Logan continued, already walking toward the door. "As for the rest…"
He paused.
Then said it like it meant nothing—
"Tell them to go home. The interview is canceled."
The room went dead silent.
Baldy looked like he was about to faint.
"But sir!" He panicked. "There are still over twenty applicants outside. They won't take it well if we just send them away—"
Logan didn't even stop walking.
"That's your problem," he said coldly cutting baldy off.
And just like that—
He was about to walk out.
Different thoughts slammed into my head all at once.
Is this how it ends?
Is this a joke?
So all this—
Everything I went through just to get here—
Was going to end like this?
Because of him?
Because he couldn't handle hearing his own name?
I felt irritation rise fast inside of me.
You've got to be kidding me.
....
"Boss, please!" the three of them begged at the same time but the bastard didn't even bother to stop.
I couldn't hold it anymore. The anger just boiled over.
"You should let him go," I said loud, standing up so fast my chair almost fell.
"Why's he acting like a damn asshole just because someone said his name? I asked out loud with my voice laced with irritation.
It's not like your face was even showing, dude. You're throwing a whole tantrum like a kid in fourth grade who didn't get recess. You're a grown man — act like one instead of a piece of shit."
The whole room went dead silent.
Logan turned around slowly. Those dark eyes over the mask narrowed at me.
"What did you just say?"
"Do you want me to repeat it?
They all shifted nervously.
I didn't stop.
"Or is it that you need things repeated before you understand them?" I added lightly.
"You're not the brightest, huh?
Same way you have zero patience is the same way your brain needs subtitles. Should I say it slower so it sinks in?"
He let out a short, shocked scoff. Clearly nobody had ever talked to him like that.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" he asked, voice gradually rising.
I laughed right in his face, stepping closer.
"Why are you even asking me that? Didn't Mommy and Daddy tell you who you are? You need me to Google it for you or something?"
Gasps rippled around the table. One of the young interviewers actually whispered "Oh my God."
I was already walking past him, shoulder brushing his on purpose.
"If you knew you were gonna waste my whole morning, you shouldn't have shown up at all.
You could've just let Baldy finish his insecure little rant. At least then I'd know if I had a real chance instead of this circus."
I stopped right in front of the door, turned back, and looked him dead in the eyes.
"You're a piece of shit."
Then I yanked the door open, stepped through, and slammed it so hard the whole frame rattled.
The bang echoed down the hallway.
For a split second, everything went still.
Then every single applicant waiting outside jumped and stared at me like I'd grown horns.
I marched straight past them, ignoring their stares burning into my back.
I kept going, until the main glass doors came into view.
I shoved through them and stepped straight into the bright afternoon.
The sunlight hit me full in the face.
I flagged the first cab I saw, slid in, and barked,
"Underground lot off Riverside ." I said to the driver.
The driver nodded.
And we drove off.
I spent the whole ride staring out the window.
I'd just blown years of planning in one stupid outburst.
....
Minutes later we pulled into the dim parking lot.
I paid the driver and stepped out without another word.
I walked straight to my car.
Opened the door and got in.
I finally let out a long breath.
After some seconds, I remembered that my secretary told me that she was going to get back to me about the meeting with my buisness partners.
I pulled out my phone to call my secretary when I saw so many missed calls.
…What?"
How did I not hear them?
I frowned and was about to call back when a message popped up.
I checked who the sender was and saw that it was from my secretary.
"Hello sir. You weren't picking up, so I assumed you were busy. I spoke with your business partners and shareholders—they agreed to postpone the meeting till tomorrow. Rest easy."
I let out the biggest sigh of relief ever.
I leaned back slightly.
"…Good."
At least something went right today.
Then I scrolled to the recent call logs to call my assistant.
I dialed his number and he picked up almost immediately.
"Boss! I thought you'd still be in the interview—"
I cut him off.
"Do you know why I want to become a bodyguard for Logan's Enterprise?"
He went quiet for a second.
"I would've known if you'd ever told me, boss."
"To get close enough that he trusts me completely. And when the time comes… I will make him watch while I kill every person he cares about… and then make him die a slow and painful death just like he did to me."
LOGAN >< >< >< ><
I stood there like a damn statue, staring at the door that psycho had just slammed so hard the hinges probably needed therapy.
My brain was buffering.
Did that broke-looking nobody just call me a piece of shit to my face? In front of my own staff? And then storm out like he was the one offended?
My mouth opened, closed, and opened again.
…
I finally found my voice, but it came out way louder than I meant.
"Where the hell did you get a psychopath as an applicant for my personal bodyguard?!"
I fired at the three idiots still sitting behind the table like scared rabbits.
Nobody answered.
Of course they didn't.
I dragged a hand down my face, still trying to process.
"You know, now that I think about it…"
I pointed straight at Jake.
"The only job you seem qualified for is being a bald-headed demon who doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. You're only good at asking stupid questions and running your mouth when nobody asked.
If you had actually done your damn job and run a proper background check on him, we would've known he's a walking mental institution!"
Jake opened his mouth, but I kept going.
"How sure are we that a lunatic like that isn't going to get me killed on day one?
He probably got fired from his last job for exactly this.'"
I stopped.
Then waved a hand dismissively.
"Forget it."
I wasn't in the mood anymore.
"Cancel everything," I said. "I don't want any of them."
Their heads snapped up.
"All of you are clearly incapable of doing your jobs properly, so I'll handle it myself."
….
I started walking toward the door again.
But I stopped mid step.
"…That bastard."
That rude, disrespectful, zero-filter bastard actually had the balls to disrespect me.
Most people can't even hold eye contact for three seconds without stuttering.
He didn't just hold it — he doubled down and called me a piece of shit twice.
He needs to be taught a lesson.
A long, painful, daily lesson.
What better way than to hire the psychopath and make his life a living hell?
I'll keep him close.
I spun back around.
The three of them flinched.
"Change of plans," I said, voice suddenly calm and sweet.
"Send me that psychopath's full information right now. And send him an acceptance message before today runs out.
Tell him he's hired as my personal bodyguard. Starting tomorrow."
"Let's see how long Mr. Psychopath lasts when the piece of shit starts giving the orders."