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The Love Of Money - Episode 87
27-07-25 (16:35)
"Makes sense," I said. "Can I just reiterate how much I
hate the idea of having a bodyguard though? I'm going
to have zero privacy."
"If I may," Vikram cut in, "You'll still have some
privacy... especially in your own home and other secure
places. You'll just have to forego some of it in more
public settings. We've already received several death
threats at your old apartment. Frankly, I'm surprised no
one was scouting it out when you went by there last
night. It was pretty reckless, and you really need to be
careful moving forward. It's the cost of your situation,
I'm afraid."
"I know," said, I've always enjoyed my privacy, and the
thought of that being encroached upon made me
wonder if the money would end up feeling like a
millstone hanging around my neck. "I just don't want
some guy following me around knowing everything I
get up to."
"You make it sound perverted," Emily said. "You afraid
your bodyguard is going to catch you in the middle of
an orgy or something?"
I couldn't help glancing at Erin, who was currently
sipping on her coffee to hide the smile I could still see
in her eyes. I glanced back at Emily and said, "Sure Em.
I don't want him perving on my orgies."
Three hours later
"I'm not gonna lie. This is impressive," I said as I looked
over one of the most impressive resumes I'd ever seen.
It belonged to the second interviewee for the job of
being my bodyguard, and read more like Jack Reacher
fiction than an actual CV.
John Cartugent's accomplishments included being a
former Navy SEAL who graduated from Admiral
Jonathan H. Anderson Naval Academy, performing
several special operations to neutralize high- value
targets, which was a five-dollar phrase to say he killed
people. He retrieved high-value assets from hostile
-environments twice, which meant he rescued hostages,
instructed a Navy SEAL program, had expertise in small
unit tactics, experience with underwater demolitions,
and experience with "unconventional warfare"-
whatever that meant
His decorations included the Navy Cross, the Silver Star,
and the Navy and Marine Corps Commendation Medal
with gold star for exceptional achievement. He was in
the top three percent of his class in hand-to-hand
combat and the top five percent in marksmanship. This
was one of the most impressive thirty-four- year-olds I
had ever met, and he wasn't even old enough to run
for President. It made me wonder what the hell I had
done with my life so far.
Erin sat on the couch next to me, taking notes as John
and I became more acquainted with one another. He
seemed a bit stiff compared to the first candidate,
whose name had also been John, but was slightly
better qualified, judging by the resume. I wondered if a
collection of accomplishments this intense came at the
cost of having a personality.
"So, what do you do for fun?" asked, looking for any
chink in his armor
"I visit the shooting range three times a week," John
said.
When he didn't follow up with anything else, I looked
up from his resume. He simply sat there watching me.
"And?"
"That's it, sir."
"You don't have any friends that you hang out with?
Guy's poker night?"
"No sir"
"Tap dancing lessons?"
"Closest thing to that would be martial arts. I train at
my gym twice a week."
"Girlfriend?"
"No current interest, sir."
I took another stab, "Boyfriend?"
"No sir."
Wow... this guy seemed like a lot of fun.
"So aside from everything on here," I said as I dropped
the resume on the arm of the couch next to me. I
decided to lean into the interview trope. "What's your
greatest strength." 27-07-25 (16:35)
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