[A bodyguard job should not be that difficult, really. Claire's pretty sure she can handle this one; she just has to make sure the kid (never mind they're almost the same age, everyone's a kid to her) doesn't get himself killed in any sort of situation and then when she's freed of the job, she can go back to more important work.
Naturally.
It will be that simple.
Of course, meeting him comes first. She read up on him in as much as she could with what was provided to her--blind, comes from money, and there's... more to it, too, she feels, but she wasn't really briefed on it, so she can't say.
She'll have to make her own mental notes as she meets him, she supposes--but for now, she needs to be polite enough. She shows up in uniform to said first meeting, and removes her hat.]
Good day. My name is Claire Rieveldt. I will be acting as your...assistant for some time from here on out. I look forward to working with you.
[ Lindsey was of the mind that he did not, for any reason, need a bodyguard or a keeper or whatever the hell else. He couldn't quite bring himself to hate his parents for hiring one- they were really all he had left in this world, and had only ever been supportive- but he was still pissed off as hell.
Lindsey is sprawled unceremoniously in a chair, long limbs splayed everywhere like he owns the fucking place. His head ticks slightly in Claire's direction, looking toward her but not at her, and he sneers. ]
That's cute. Did they give you some kind of script or something?
She just barely manages to keep an unimpressed expression from appearing on her face (professionalism, Claire, professionalism) and she does bite her tongue for half a moment before she responds, calmly.]
I am simply attempting to be professional.
[A slow breath. Focus, Claire. Maybe if she just keeps barreling onwards, he will have less of a chance to be rude? (Wishful thinking.)]
[ Not that he could see it if she did choose to glare at him, but he knows the kind of impression he usually gives. He's just gonna assume she's glaring at him anyway ]
Call me whatever. I don't really give a shit. It's not like I asked for a babysitter.
[ The slight tilt of Lindsey’s head, coupled by the slight arching of his brows are pretty sure signs that he’s rolling his eyes behind those dark glasses of his. ]
Let’s get something straight here. I’m not helpless. I don’t need you to hold my hand or keep me out of trouble or whatever fucking else you think you’re here to do. Just stay out of my way, and we’ll be just peachy.
First bodyguard assignment, and it's going to be like this... oh boy.]
I don't recall ever suggesting you're anything of the sort.
[There, there...]
I suppose if nothing else, I am added insurance against the possibility of something happening, which, most likely, you would already be able to handle yourself. Does that satisfy you?
[ Lindsey falls quiet for a second. That all seemed awfully placating, but he imagines that’s as good as it’s going to get, and honestly he can only fight this so much. His parents were very steadfast in this decision, and he owes them way too much to outright sabotage it. ]
Fine.
[ That said, he gets to his feet, rising to his full, lanky height of six-foot-two. He reaches over and plucks up his cane from where it rests against the arm of his chair. ]
I guess I’m supposed to show you around now or whatever.
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Naturally.
It will be that simple.
Of course, meeting him comes first. She read up on him in as much as she could with what was provided to her--blind, comes from money, and there's... more to it, too, she feels, but she wasn't really briefed on it, so she can't say.
She'll have to make her own mental notes as she meets him, she supposes--but for now, she needs to be polite enough. She shows up in uniform to said first meeting, and removes her hat.]
Good day. My name is Claire Rieveldt. I will be acting as your...assistant for some time from here on out. I look forward to working with you.
[There, textbook, totally nailed it.]
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Lindsey is sprawled unceremoniously in a chair, long limbs splayed everywhere like he owns the fucking place. His head ticks slightly in Claire's direction, looking toward her but not at her, and he sneers. ]
That's cute. Did they give you some kind of script or something?
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It couldn't be that easy.
She just barely manages to keep an unimpressed expression from appearing on her face (professionalism, Claire, professionalism) and she does bite her tongue for half a moment before she responds, calmly.]
I am simply attempting to be professional.
[A slow breath. Focus, Claire. Maybe if she just keeps barreling onwards, he will have less of a chance to be rude? (Wishful thinking.)]
And what shall I call you?
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Call me whatever. I don't really give a shit. It's not like I asked for a babysitter.
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.. Is what she tells herself anyway, but she'll probably end up making plenty of faces at him at this rate.]
I would have thought you would have a preference.
[So she doesn't call you "Butts McButt".
A sigh.]
Very well then. I will refer to you by your last name. [Professionalism.]
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Just what do you think you’re supposed to fucking do here, anyway? I need a bodyguard like I need a fucking hole in my head.
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[Don't get sassy now, Claire.
She clears her throat.
AHEM.]
Whatever that may require, I shall see it done.
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Let’s get something straight here. I’m not helpless. I don’t need you to hold my hand or keep me out of trouble or whatever fucking else you think you’re here to do. Just stay out of my way, and we’ll be just peachy.
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First bodyguard assignment, and it's going to be like this... oh boy.]
I don't recall ever suggesting you're anything of the sort.
[There, there...]
I suppose if nothing else, I am added insurance against the possibility of something happening, which, most likely, you would already be able to handle yourself. Does that satisfy you?
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Fine.
[ That said, he gets to his feet, rising to his full, lanky height of six-foot-two. He reaches over and plucks up his cane from where it rests against the arm of his chair. ]
I guess I’m supposed to show you around now or whatever.
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But she'll take what minor victories she can. She even smiles, more lightly.]
It would be much appreciated, if you would. I will follow your lead.