[ WP ] You are part of an Elite Bodyguard team hired to protect a wealthy business mogul from an assassination . But the longer you listen this person business practices and plans for the future you find yourself wanting to help with with the assassination rather than prevent it .

Aisha Lowell kept her dark, stern eyes glued to the television set in the corner of the cafeteria of the Laurent's Company New Manhattan Building. It was the first day off she'd had in months and being the work-minded woman she was, she decided to spend it in the company cafeteria. 
 
 *'' Breaking news today as Jean-Baptiste Louis Laurent announces his plans to set-up various factories in the West African coastline. I'm not exactly sure what those countries are called, but we here at CNN are absolutely sure that this will end with various babies dying and airplanes crashing. `` * 
 
 The young, able-bodied bodyguard's smirk at the cheesy comedy-news swiftly dropped into a frown once she was done processing the only useful bits of information. It had been four years since Lowell had been enlisted into Mr. Laurent's guard and in that time, she'd grown more and more unsatisfied with what she'd saw. 
 
 She tapped at the gun holstered under her jacket, making sure it was still there, in case she had second thoughts. 
 
 Massive urban tear downs were done outside of the states in order to build up shipping ports and arms manufacturing plants. People were displaced from their homes and robbed of property for the sake of the bottom line. Aisha mulled over this as she bit into a slice of day-old bologna sandwich. 
 
 `` Day off today, Aisha,'' said the resident IT layabout. 
 
 Aisha turned to the tall, lanky man who'd taken a seat by her. His dark face held a warm, yet bleak smile on it. Ben was his name. It was the only face in the building besides her team and the boss that she could put a name on. 
 
 `` I'm sitting in the middle of the company cafeteria at lunch time watching TV. What on Earth gave me away?'' 
 
 `` Oh, lunch ended like, five minutes ago. You'd have been in the elevator up to boss's office around ten.'' 
 
 Aisha shrugged her shoulders and continued watching the TV. Her brown eyes got dryer and dryer by the second. The guilt that'd been building up inside of her ever since *that day* ate at her to no wit's end. 
 
 She turned to Ben, `` Why do you work here?'' 
 
 Ben raised an eyebrow. `` Because we're in New York and I want to pay rent?'' 
 
 `` No, no. I mean, why this job over any other? Is there something special about this place to you?'' the bodyguard gestured, trying to get the words out as smoothly as she could. 
 
 Ben thought about this for a moment, `` I'm getting paid close to six-digit sums to hook up printers to computers and watch anime in the server rooms. I'd have to be one fucking moron to give this job up.'' 
 
 Aisha heard this and sighed. Partly because the answer seemed so morally unsatisfactory to her. And partly because she was probably being paid a lot less than the IT guy for being private security. 
 
 Her tongue held onto the taste of bologna, letting the salty blandness and buttery crust mix and mesh inside of her mouth. She checked her watch. It was a quarter past one. Only fifteen more minutes until she had to decide. 
 
 Regardless, however, she smiled and turned to Ben. 
 
 `` You should leave early today, you know?'' 
 
 Ben chuckled, `` Why? You gon na shoot up the place or something? Stress drive you crazy already? Only took four years.'' 
 
 Aisha forced a laugh and grabbed onto Ben's wrist firmly. It felt cold. The beating of the veins ran at a normal pace. He would n't believe her even if she'd told him. Even if she told him that she was deciding whether or not to murder Mr. Laurent later. 
 
 So, she swallowed her words and left at about ten minutes to a half. 

