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We were cruising along very well, and I was thinking that as soon as my boy Drake was done with his job in a couple days, I’d tap him to take over from me. I knew once I told him how easy this shit was his lazy ass would jump on it, and I could get the hell outta this town that I hate with every fiber of my soul.
And then it started. She switched shit up on me out of the blue and I didn’t see it coming. We’d left the studio for the day and I was looking forward to getting back and putting my foot up.
If I had any interest in movies I probably would be having a better time, but sitting around on the outskirts all day everyday watching people repeat the same shit five or six times until they got it right was mind numbing.
My head was already on the beer and burrito I was gonna have for dinner when she changed shit up and set this shit in motion. “I want Hunter to drive.” I turned my head and gave her a once over when I heard that, before looking away again.
Her management team had already made those decisions and I'd learned from years of experience not to get involved in domestic shit. They had their job and I had mine.
We’d already been doing things this way for a couple weeks now and there was no need for change as far as I knew, but I kept my mouth shut and let them work it out. It didn’t make a difference to me one way or another.
I wasn’t quite sure why she’d requested me by name though, it’s not like we’d ever exchanged words or anything other than that first day, but what did I care. She was the one paying in the end so she was the one I answered to when it was all said and done.
They had two security teams on her for some fucked up reason, which once again I didn’t care about. One of the other team members usually drove her around and I handled the rest.
I guess her handlers didn’t think I could do both, and I didn’t bother telling them that I was trained in evasive driving and all that happy shit. If they wanted to spend their money unnecessarily, who was I to stop them?
The manager had made it clear in the beginning I was there to catch this guy, while the others looked after her, but I’d told him how I worked. I would do both. Wasn’t shit gonna happen to her on my watch.
I’d been on the job a good two weeks and didn’t even know she remembered my name. At night after she was done for the day I followed the other car back to the hotel and headed to my room.
She’d usually disappear into her room for the night and I’d stay up watching the monitors I had set up until midnight before hitting the sack myself with her right next door.
We barely interacted with each other believe it or not, nothing more than good morning and goodnight. Like I said, she was one cool customer.
In the end I’d ended up driving her that day. We were heading to a rented beach house that the studio had decided to move her into for the duration for extra security. The asshole had found out where she was staying at the hotel and had sent flowers the day before.
She hadn’t said two words to me, just sat back there and looked out the window when she wasn’t flipping through some magazine or another. I didn’t ask why she’d made the switch. I figured she’d tell me when she was ready.
I wouldn’t say it was an uncomfortable silence; I like silence. Most people make me want to put one in their throat within two minutes because they’re full of shit. So her quiet was just fine by me.
I guess it’s because I was in such close proximity with no one else around and nothing else to focus on, but I really looked at her for the first time. She had a wholesome look to her. Like one of those Midwest types you read about that came to Hollywood and actually caught a break.
As a matter of fact, that’s exactly her story. She was raised on a farm in the middle of bumfuck U.S. of A. somewhere in Wyoming. She’d won some local beauty pageants in her teens and I guess the next obvious step was the bright lights of Hollywood.
Now that I allowed myself to look I couldn’t deny that she had ‘it’ whatever the hell ‘it’ is. If ‘it’ meant facial beauty and a bombshell body then yeah. Or maybe ‘it’ had more to do with her peaches and cream complexion and the way her jewel-toned eyes brightened her face.