Should I Stay or Should I go?
For the last six months, I have been in the employee of one Celia Frazier or more accurately her father, the billionaire industrialist Marcus Frazier. In his line of work, accumulating enemies was part and parcel, so hiring a bodyguard for his precious princess was inevitable. I’ve always liked my job; it suits my life, no, I’m not an only child; I come from a ridiculously large family. I’m lost somewhere in the middle of nine children. Needless to say, growing up in a house with that many people was complete mayhem. So having a job where minimal communication is necessary, I find highly appealing. A bonus is I get to travel and see places I’d never be able to afford to see otherwise.
“What are you taking all those for?” She asks as I lift an entire box of hand warmers off the shelf and place them in my trolley, she really is clueless.
“They’ll be useful.”
“I don’t see how.” She replies, waving a well-manicured hand in the air.
“Of course, you wouldn’t.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” She asks a pout forming on her lips; I shake my head say nothing and walk away if I have to explain something as simple as that to her I don’t see the point. “Wilde what did you mean by that?” She asks in that demanding tone I have come to know so well. I’ve learnt to block it out which annoys her even more, most of her father’s employees bowed to her every whim and demand, I, on the other hand, have never had the wish to please her selfish over-indulged nature. “You can’t just walk away from me.” She says, stamping her feet; her antics never cease to amaze me. I’ve always worked for wealthy clients, but this one, she eclipses them all, her narcissism is unparalleled. “Wilde you can’t just leave me here.”
“I’m pretty sure I can and am going to.” I reply, continuing to walk towards the exit picking a few more supplies up as I go, next stop the camping shop.
“Willlllllllde.” Her whiny voice echoes through the empty mall, I sigh and keep on walking she will learn her life is no longer that of a pampered socialite she’s just like the rest of us now. I finish collecting everything I think will be necessary to get through the next few weeks dried foods, water, batteries, some basic medical supplies, thermal clothing, matches, zero degree sleeping bags, and some candles. I’m surprised there is still so much left on the shelves, then again this mall is rather far out of town, and I don’t think many come by this way. The empty car park is eerily silent; only the rustling of a plastic bag blowing on the wind can be heard. Loading up the supplies in my 1960 ex British army land rover and Sankey trailer, I climb into the cab. Starting the engine, I feel a twinge of guilt, should I stay or should I go plays in my head. One part says go she is not your responsibility anymore, another says you can’t leave her here she’ll surely get herself into trouble one way or another. The stay wins, switching the engine off I am about to get out of the cab again when the passenger door opens and a fur coat clad Celia climbs in. Two large bags in either hand, a satisfied grin on her face, just what has she in those bags and where did she swipe that coat from.
“What’s in the bags?”
“Just a few odds and ends, essentials a girl needs.” She replies with a satisfied little hmm.
“Essentials from the perfume shop?”
“Of course, what if I run into some of my friends.”
“I doubt you, not wearing perfume will be a priority to them.”
“You clearly don’t know my friends very well.”
“Nor have I any real desire to know them.”
“Oh lighten up Wilde, life should have some fun moments in it.” Sighing I start the engine again.
“Fine put those in the back with the rest of the supplies.” She grins widely and stows her bags in the back. I should have left when I had the chance.
