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Robin had insisted Sunday hire a bodyguard many times before, but he always refused. He’s too busy, it wasn’t necessary, until an actual kidnapping attempt happened to him, and he was too scared to leave his apartment building for the best part of a week.
His adoptive father is a famous man. A rich, famous man. So, though Sunday’s company was not so famous in the eye of the public, his father and his wealth certainly was.
Wood didn’t even so much as check up on him after the attempt, laughable in Sunday’s eyes as the kidnappers expected to ransom him to the very same man. But Robin borderline kicked his apartment door in with tears in her eyes and a folder full of potential bodyguard applicants after his police interviews. Not hard to get considering her connections through her tour security team.
So here he was, spending the afternoon interviewing said selected bodyguard applicants, each as disappointing as the next. Scrawny police academy dropouts, a man who looked like he would do the kidnapping, hope was close to being lost. That was, before the man currently seated on the other side of his desk in a reclined manner, strolled into the room.
“I answered every question on that form your secretary sent me, what else’s to know?” The man shrugs his shoulders.
Sunday maintained a professional smile. “Let’s say I’d simply like to hear how great you are from you, the forms are for the most part, a formality.”
“Want me to boast about myself? Ain’t that a bit of a turnoff for most folk?” Gallagher grins.
“This is a job interview.” Sunday remains steadfast in his business meeting demeanour, despite his interviewee’s casualness.
“I wrote the words didn’t I? What more’s to say?”
“Yes.” Sunday briefly flipped through Gallagher’s documents again. “I must say I’m rather surprised you’re interviewing for this position given your employment history. You were previously a bartender, correct? And now you only fill in occasionally?”
“That’s correct, Mr. Sunday.” The formal name spoken in a teasing way. Sunday’s wing twitches in response but he chooses to ignore it.
“I can clearly see you have an acceptable build for a bodyguard, but do you have the experience?”
“I do, but it’s not really a job I have any references for, guess you could say. A lot of my most recent ‘bodyguarding’ was just me kickin’ drunks out of the bar when they were causin’ problems.”
Sunday raises a brow slightly. “I see. If that’s the case that does help, as your referees are very good.”
“Yep, Mikhail and I go way back, he put me up to this, actually. Said I needed to do something new.” He’s looking at him so nonchalantly, but with that stupid smirk on his face Sunday feels his eyes boring holes into him, the room feels a little warmer, is the AC on???
He clears his dry throat, realising he has yet to keep the conversation going. “Well, Mr. Gallagher, I will be in contact with you, but I can tell you now this all looks very good to me.”
“That’s great to hear.” Gallagher remains seated. Making Sunday feel increasingly flustered as the seconds go by.
“So, thank you for meeting with me today. If you’d excuse me, I have a board meeting to attend in 15.”
“Right, of course. Thank you for your time, Boss.” Gallagher says with a smirk as he gets up from his chair and strolls to the door.
Sunday opens his mouth to correct him, but he’s already out of his office and the words die on his tongue.
He frowns, a blush creeping onto his face as he rests his chin on a hand. What was that?
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Later that week finds Sunday and Robin sharing takeout at his place, a Friday night tradition between them when Robin is in town.
“Sooo,” She starts as Sunday sits at his place at the breakfast bar, “did the interviews go well this week? You did interview potential bodyguards, right?”
Sunday fights the urge to blush again. His mind goes straight to that Gallagher guy, and it’s not the first time it has happened since the interview. He covers it up, lifting his hand to his mouth with a cough.
“Most were disappointing.”
“You did! Most... that’s not all?” She probes.
“Mm. That one man, the bartender you picked out- he seems the most promising.”
“Remind me again?”
Sunday opens his laptop quickly and finds his folder. Unbeknownst to Sunday, Robin throws him a knowing look when she spots the blush on his ears, but says nothing.
He slides the laptop over with Gallagher’s face and basic information on the screen.
“Oh yes! He’s good friends with Mikhail, the owner of my security team’s company.”
“Yes, that was one of his convincing factors.”
“One of?” Robin is smirking now.
Sunday groans and rolls his eyes. Robin laughs as she shakes him by the shoulder. “Did you ask him to do a trial!?”
He winces as he holds his head in both hands, elbows on the bench, like hiring a person is the most embarrassing thing he could ever do. “Yes, I did…”
Robin yelps in celebration. “Yes!!! Finally, I can have some peace of mind!”
“He’s not officially my bodyguard yet.” He reminds with a pout.
“Yes, but you wouldn’t give anyone a trial unless you were certain you would hire them. I know you, idiot.” She flicks his nose.
“Agh!” Sunday protests, and Robin giggles as she picks up her fork again, lest their food get cold.
Sunday couldn’t figure out if he was anticipating or dreading next week.