But what is the point of having money when you feel completely numb to the world around you?
Have you ever had no hope, no love, no day, no night and a feeling that you’re just existing?
Welcome to my life.
This morning I have an economics lecture up first. I walk into a room full of wide-eyed newbies who are all excited and chatting away to each other. I sit down in the middle of the lecture hall, one seat in from the aisle, hoping to just blend in with the crowd. By the time the professor walks in almost everybody is seated and ready. He proceeds to introduce himself, then launches into an explanation about the world of economics.
About five minutes into his spiel the door opens and a late student rushes in, apologizing profusely to the professor who waves him off and directs him to find a seat. I look around the lecture hall and I realize the only seat not taken is the one right next to me and the man who is running late is heading my way.
So much for getting through unnoticed.
My new assignment has me worried.
I’ve been assigned to an heiress of a multi-billion dollar company whose family was murdered just over three years ago. It’s a tricky situation. We know she is in danger, but have no firm evidence as to what the threat is or where it is coming from. In any case she needs protecting and I’ve been chosen to do it, but she can never know this.
In this business, knowledge is dangerous. It can get you killed, kidnapped, or you can simply disappear. I’ve seen it happen on more than one occasion. One day you’re talking to them and the next they’re gone without a trace.
This type of job is nothing new to me, but this case is different and the difference is Elise. I said yes as soon as I saw her photo. Her deep green eyes stared out at me, absent of any spark or life. It was as if her life-force had been extinguished and I was compelled to relight it. She was gorgeous, a rare natural beauty with smooth tanned skin and beautiful long brown hair.
The file information I was given confirmed that her father, Benjamin Halliwell, was a self-made billionaire with a multi-billion dollar empire that dominated the West Coast market at its peak. After the high profile murders of Benjamin, his wife Emily and their youngest daughter Paige, the business took a hit as investor confidence plummeted. The business returned to profitability, but when Elise was named the sole heir and 60% shareholder in the company, investors got nervous again. The shareholding is being held in trust until her twentieth birthday, which is eight months away.
From all reports she doesn’t flash her wealth around and isn’t your typical heiress in any way, shape or form. Our intel even suggested that she doesn’t have a clue as to the true extent of her wealth. All she knows is that she has a business to take over when she finishes college.
I have a feeling that as soon as I get close to Elise, I won’t be able to stay away. This is a problem, a conflict of interest if you will, but I can’t stop now. If she needs to be saved, even if it is only from herself, I’ll be the one to do it.
As it happens, I’m running late for my first day. My alarm didn’t go off, the hot water ran out, and my car didn’t start, but I manage to make it to my first class only five minutes late. After apologizing to the professor, I turn and look for a spare seat. As luck would have it, it is right next to Elise.
Perfect timing.
I try to contain my wonder at seeing her in person. Seeing her bright green eyes, I know I’m definitely in trouble now. The overwhelming urge to protect her hits me. I’ve never had a job feel so personal before and right now I’d do it for free. It feels like something I was born to do, like I am supposed to be here with her.
I remember when I originally looked through the file. I was saddened by the fact that she had no close family and nobody looking after her. All she has is herself and a company that, from all accounts, she has shown no interest in. Now there is a threat to her safety due to her inheritance of that company. My job is to keep it that way and keep her safe.
Making my way to my seat, I take the opportunity to look at her. Her long brown hair curls at the ends, right at the small of her waist. She has a nice slim frame with curves in all the right places. I can see that she dresses well. Not flashy or revealing, but feminine with a touch of class. She’s close to perfection.
Damn, this is not helping me retain my professionalism.
I slide into the seat beside her and she nods politely in my direction, then returns her focus to the professor. I can tell by her demeanor that she is trying to blend in so people won’t notice her. I’m thinking that this job, and getting close enough to gain her trust, may end up being a bit of a challenge. I’ve always been one to thrive in the face of adversity.
This could be good, maybe even fun.
The professor continues to talk about the course structure and runs through the assignments that need to be completed, including one that is to be done in pairs. I seize the opportunity to introduce myself and lean towards her.
“Hi, I’m Braxton. Is this your first day, too?”
She sighs and looks over at me cautiously, like I’m disturbing her. “Yes,” she replies with a frown.
Feeling bold, I nudge her with my elbow which makes her glance up at me in shock. “I didn’t catch your name,” I say with a warm smile.
She looks away again and grinds her teeth together. “That’s because I didn’t give it to you.”
Now I get it. She doesn’t want to let anyone in. She really thinks she can make it through college unnoticed. Looking over at her tanned skin, gorgeous brown wavy hair and those damn green eyes, I feel lost, alive, and scared shitless.
This is going to take some work, but goddammit, for her I’m willing to try.
At the end of class, the professor hands out our first assignment and just my luck, it’s an exercise to be done in pairs. Great! Just what I need, being forced to talk to someone.
I glance at the man named Braxton sitting beside me, the one with bad time management who couldn’t even make it to his first class on time. He’s a lot taller than me, maybe 6’2 or 6’3 and definitely not fresh out of high school. His hair is a gorgeous dark brown that is slightly longer on top, but well maintained around the sides and back. He has a slight tan which tells me he must spend some time outdoors.
Moving my eyes down, I see he has slight stubble covering his jawline like he was running late this morning and forgot to shave. He's wearing a black, short sleeved shirt that shows off his nicely toned arms. Going by the deep drawl in his voice I would guess he's from Louisiana or maybe Georgia.