Secret Bodygaurd

Part 7

As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I heard a sweet, melodic voice coming from one of the closed stalls. It said, "Because you are one my dear~". Intrigued, I scanned the bathroom through the mirror, waiting for the door to open. Finally, one of the stall doors creaked open, and I turned towards it, eager to see who the speaker was.

I turned around, startled to find Smith, the mother of my friend Amaya, standing silently behind me with a gentle smile on her face. It was a surprise to see her there, and I couldn't help but blurt out, "Smith? You?" Her enigmatic response only increased my curiosity as she asked how I knew about her, her tone suggesting that she already knew the answer. I tried to maintain my composure and asked hesitantly, "You know me?" Smith responded calmly with a nod, "Yes, dear, I do. I saw how you bravely stood up to those bullies who were harassing my daughter, Amaya." Although she had seen me fight and kill those bullies, her body language remained calm and composed. I was taken aback by her nonchalant attitude and asked innocently, "Why aren't you scared of me?" I was surprised that she didn't fear me, especially since I had aimed to get to her by using her daughter as bait.

 "I am not scared but instead, pretty amused by how such a sweet and beautiful girl like you can be so merciless, it intrigues me," Mrs. Smith complimented me, I couldn't help but notice the sly twinkle in her eyes that belied her sweet words. Her voice had a soft, melodic quality that seemed to lull me into a false sense of security. But I knew better than to let my guard down around a woman like her. Sensing my wariness, Mrs. Smith let out a sigh and revealed the true reason for her visit. "There is a job that I want to be done," she said, her voice serious and measured. I could sense the gravity of her request, and I narrowed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever challenge she was about to present. "Tell me more," I said, my voice calm and collected despite the unease that was beginning to settle in my gut. As I stood before Mrs. Smith, her intense, unwavering stare bore into me like a sharp blade, causing me to instinctively put up my guard and become fully alert. The weight of her gaze felt heavy and unyielding as if she were searching for something deep within me, something I may not even be aware of. Despite my unease, I couldn't help but be impressed by the power and strength that radiated from her, like a force of nature that demanded respect and attention. Even through her intense gaze, I kept my eyes on her and maintained the same intense gaze of hers.

"And I want you to complete this job for me"