The windows blow out as a spray of gunfire pierces the delicate glass. I grab my charge and drag us down to the ground, covering him with my body as I pull out my pistol to return fire.

The young business man beneath me looks at me, eyes wide and his chest heaving. “I’ve never met anyone like you before!” He screamed as I fired off shots and drug him to his feet, moving us into the kitchen.

“You should be very grateful for that.” I mumble as I push him into the kitchen and turn back toward the men currently trying to break the front door down.

“May I ask who you are and what you do?”

I found a pair of car keys in a dish on the counter and tossed them toward him. “No you may not, but you can start the car so we can escape—unless you want to have a conversation with the men trying to pump us full of lead!”

His face paled as he caught the keys and started the car remotely.

I checked my watch frustratedly as I emptied my clip on the masked men, I was supposed to be at Lauren’s career day today. I didn’t know what lie I would tell, maybe bodyguard, or maybe telecommunications expert. Nothing would really cover the title of ‘professional fixer’ quite right.

Once my pistol clicked to let me know I was out of bullets, I barreled toward the garage door and hopped inside the black Cadillac.

Throwing the car in drive, I tore the garage door open as we squealed out into the road. My charge, William Park, looked around dazed and confused. But surprisingly, he didn’t complain about his house’s newfound lack of a garage door.

Once we made it into the open road, I relaxed and allowed myself to breathe. I took a chance to actually look at William, and I found myself wondering why someone would want him dead. And why someone would want him alive so desperately, so much so, that they would hire me.

But, here I was regardless, doing my job without a grumble or anything. That employee of the year title better be mine.