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The Love Of Money - Episode 89
27-07-25 (16:36)

Nearly fifteen minutes later, the door opened, and in stepped a woman in a pair of slacks, a white button- down, and a woman's suit jacket. She wore her straight blonde hair just past shoulders in a simple style, stood about 5'5" tall, and appeared in her early thirties with eyes a shade of dark brown similar to Erin's. With the jacket on, it was hard to distinguish her figure, but her pants fit well enough to show a narrow waist that flared into shapely hips and what might have been a nice ass. Her chest appeared to be a little larger than Erin's... perhaps on par with Helen's. As she walked into the room, I detected the similar training and habits that the other two interviewees had. Her eyes scanned the room as soon as she entered, likely looking for exit points, improvised weapons, or whatever else trained killers were supposed to do. Despite that, her manner was relaxed as she approached me; she held out a hand and gave me a soft smile. "Mr. Upton? I'm Chloe Tanner. I hear you're looking for a bodyguard and head of security." I stood up as she entered and grasped her hand, glancing down at her left ring finger to gauge what to call her. "Miss Tanner. A pleasure." "Chloe, please," the woman responded. "Please sit down," I indicated a chair and waited for her to sit. Once we were both comfortable, I continued. "How did you hear about the job?" "Henry Psalter-?" Chloe responded. Not recognizing the name, I glanced at Erin. "Mr. Psalter- is the investigator we hired to look into the incident at your old apartment. He used to work for the same security firm that Colin Gerrard hired, so I think that's where' Helen knew him from. I hired him on her recommendation," Erin said. "Vikram asked him if he had any suggestions for a bodyguard, and he gave us Chloe's name. To quote Vikram directly," she glanced at her phone, "He sang her praises." Chloe smiled at Erin's words, but it was an uncomfortable one. Now that she was closer, I gave her a more thorough inspection. She had an average complexion darkened by a prominent dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her nose was a little smaller than average and had a slight upturn. Combined with her age, she looked more like she belonged in a minivan carting six- year-olds to soccer than Interviewing for a position as my bodyguard. "Henry probably exaggerated," Chloe said. "How do you know Henry?" I asked. Chloe hesitated, "We both served together." "According to Vikram, Mr. Psalter- said that she saved his life," Erin interjected. Chloe shook her head. "I wouldn't say that. Anyway, he got out before me, and when I left, he got me a job working at the same security firm." "The same firm my grandfather used?" Yes sir." Saving someone's life was impressive, and she was incredibly sexy in a cute can-l-borrow-some-sugar-and- bang-you sort of way. But compared to John one and two, she was small... and a girl. She probably knew how to handle a gun, but there was no way she could compare to either of them in close-quarters combat. "Okay," I said carefully, wondering what Vikram found so interesting about this one. There was no mistaking she was good- looking, so I understood the appeal, but it wasn't like I was hurting for pussy. I needed a bodyguard, not another woman to bang.... assuming that was even in the cards. "I just interviewed a Navy Seal who has about a hundred pounds on you and can shoot a cockroach on the move. Why should I hire you?" "A fair question," Chioe said. She extracted a folder from her purse and left her chair to hand it to me. "That's my resume - the parts I can show you, anyway," she said, sitting back down. I opened it, scanned the work history, and could immediately tell it was every bit as impressive as the last one I saw. It had accomplishments of all sorts, including several medals and rewards. It listed all kinds of training from unarmed combat to marksmanship to explosives. She knew four different languages, which automatically disqualified her if Erin had her way. She won tournaments. She fought in two wars. She had a Masters degree in International Relations and an undergrad in Psychology. Jesus Christ. I was surrounding myself with psychotic overachievers. "That should speak for itself. I think the thing that gives me a slight edge is my familiarity with the Gerrards. For the last two years, I was on the security team for the Gerrard family home, and personally served as a bodyguard for your grandfather on multiple occasions." That grabbed my attention. "You what?" "I personally protected several Gerrards, including Colin." I just stared for a full ten seconds, not sure how to respond. I looked toward Erin, who nodded; the look on her face might as well have shouted, 'Can you believe this?' "Why were you removed from Hannon?" asked. "Because he died?" Erin frowned at me, "That's not fair! He had a heart attack." "No," Chloe said, "He's right." Her mouth tightened, and she took a deep breath before continuing, "Mr. Gerrard didn't die of a heart attack. He was poisoned." Once again, she grabbed my attention, "What?" "Colin Gerrard was poisoned. The autopsy's findings that are being reported are false. I promise you... your grandfather didn't die of natural causes." I sat back on the couch, as did Erin. She seemed just as enraptured by what she was hearing as I was. "Tell me more," I said.
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