Red-sided Worsttrust chapter 1

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Chapter 1
Bryce's POV

Waking up again, I toss my covers and sit up. My legs dangle off the side of the bed as I light a cigarette and look out at the city view. "If only I had someone to enjoy the view with," I thought to myself. Then, it clicked; I do have someone, someone named, "Donovan," I yell. Soon comes my bodyguard, Donovan. He was my first love and I met him in my teens. After a year of us together I accidentally led him to his doom; he slipped on my gift and fell off a cliff. He wasn't even happy in his final moments. Luckily, by the age of 23 my coworker, Gloria, built me a new Donovan. Now I can be happy with him, but just as friends, just as coworkers, just as bodyguard and boss.

"Yes, ma'am?" Donovan asks breaking my thoughts. I pat next to me where an open spot is on my bed. He plants himself there. "I just wanted someone to enjoy the view with," I explain. "Thank you ma'am," he adds. We look outside as I finish my cigarette, it's a gloomy day. I wonder if Bobby Worst, America's most feared terrorist, will attack today. Usually I put a stop to him, usually I end his plans, usually I ruin things for him. "We have a meeting in an hour, boss," I get informed. Donovan stands up and walks out of my room before I can stop him. I get up and start to get ready before I can stop myself.

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