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[selly]

Help wanted, eh? Selene considered the ad in front of her, taking into account the risk of it being an Untainted person who knew that she was a Tainted, then shook her head. Maybe not. She could always ask her parents for money... but then again, she didn't want to have to rely on them. She had to make her own money. She was too independent to ask for money from her parents, of all people. OK. She would go over to this guys house and bring him around town. She sipped her coke, then threw it over the nearby wall, walking away quickly.

She could do a simple thing like that, right? Bring some guy around town. It wouldn't be that hard. She knew the town very, very well. So she just dragged this guy around with her. Hopefully he wasn't... old. Then he would have to walk around real slowly and stuff. Damn.

It was with the thought of money that the young girl stomped home, retrieved a nice, warm, woolen gray sweater and shrugged it on, stepping out of the house promptly and setting off towards the nearby residential areas, her light blue eyes scanning her surroundings with every step she took. After all, knowing the untainted, she would get pelted with a lot of random shit something if she set foot on their land. She had to look for warnings. Signs. She had to listen hard for noises.

Splat! A ball of ice cream landed on Selene's hair. Disgusted, Selene turned around to see three young boys, each holding a tub of ice cream and a spoon. The tallest boy's spoon was already in the ice cream. Selene swore loudly and pushed herself through the snow quickly as she watched the boys throw ice cream at her, then yell as a wall of snow built around them so they couldn't get out. Selly ran a hand through her hair, causing the ice cream to fall to the ground. She huffed. ha would teach them to throw shit at her.

Lene finally reached the house. It wasn't too shabby, she guessed. It actually was quite nice. Raising one pale hand, she rapped on the door hard and stepped back, her arms folded. And as the door opened, she saw...

[daniel]

Daniel so far did not have much luck in this foreign country. This country was so strange and so dangerous to him since he never had any prior experience with visiting France. Most of his business trips from Saudi Arabia were to the United States and China who were the leading consumers of oil. European countries tend to have much stricter taxes and control over oil imports so Europe was not a big focus of his company. Now dangerous Daniel could deal with since he lived in Saudi Arabia as an oil owner. That along brought him a lot of heat. There were many attempts on his life while he was in Riydah, but fortunately all of them were not successful in killing him. They were just successful in killing innocent bystanders and a bodyguard of his.

A few days earlier there was a incident of Daniel going about the city trying to explore his way around. Things did not go very well that day. A few mispronounced words in asking for directions got Daniel into a fight with two local men. Daniel was being beaten to a pulp, but a local girl stepping out to help him saved him. The local girl of course was dragged into the fight as well. Now, Daniel may not have been the toughest or most heroic person, but he certainly not going to let a young girl get hurt because of him. Yes wielding a wok he headed into battle with great vigor. Now that incident was the reason why his assistant arranged for him to hire a tour guide. A tour guide was kind of a false title. His assistant wanted a baby sitter for him.

Daniel was expecting someone to answer the ad and come knock upon his door. His house was a rather nice one that was recently purchased in full. However his house was chosen so it would not stick out like a sore thumb. Daniel had just finished cooking a few dishes for lunch. The wondrous aromas filled his house from the bottom floor to the second floor. By Daniel’s standard it was actually a very simple lunch. There was a nice salad: raisins, cheese, lettuce, spinach, almonds, cucumbers, grape tomatoes, diced apples, crispy noodles, and mandarin oranges with a homemade dressing. Accompanying the salad was a basil chicken soup and three-cheese sandwich grilled to golden perfection. Yes Daniel could cook and he could cook very well.

Upon hearing the knock at the door Daniel went swiftly to answer it. When he opened the door he saw someone different then he expected. Standing upon his doorsteps was a young girl who looked no more then maybe twenty years of age. Was this a joke? He was expecting someone young, but not that young. Well Daniel within held judgment for now. It was never a good thing to judge a book or a person by the cover. “Oh are you here about the tour guide job?” He asked her to make sure he was dealing with the right person, “If so then come on in. I just cooked lunch, you’re welcome to join me.” He moved his body to the side to allow space for her to come in through the doorway.

[selly]

An old-ish Asian guy! Well, it could be worse. He could be like, 70. That would be bad, since Selene didn't have a car to drive him around. She could ask for one, but her pride wouldn't allow it. Neither would her parents, who would ask her to get herself one. Selene wanted a Porsche. How was she going to get a Porsche without money? But maybe he had one that Selene could drive. Meh. She wouldn't need one, seeing as he wasn't old... that old.

He looked slightly surprised. Maybe she was a lil' too young. No, of course she wasn't. She had seen 7 year olds working... or maybe they were just doing chores. Well, this was like a chore... just she got a whole lot of money. But she knew the town, she needed some extra cash. Hopefully the man knew not to judge her and say she was incompetent, because she very certainly wasn't. Harrumph. She would scratch his eyeballs out. “Oh are you here about the tour guide job?” Selene nodded silently.

Ah. It seemed he was smart. He had asked her to enter the house. Selene smiled a charming smile, murmured a thanks and stepped into the house. A wonderful smell filled the house. She inhaled it, her eyes closed. That was lunch? A very nice lunch it would be. 'Nice house, mister,' Selene said, grinning widely, before she could stop herself. 'Is that awesome smell lunch?

[daniel]

Speaking of Porches, Daniel actually owned a few of them around the world at various getaway houses. He also owned a variety of other high tier cars including a Mclaren F1 purchased for about three hundred fifty thousand dollars. Looking back on that purchase Daniel wondered why he needed to travel over two hundred miles per hour. Well really. What millionaire never went through that phase of women and fast cars? Daniel experienced all of the high life before, but that wasn’t him. Granted he still like nice things: clothes, houses, and cars. However all those things were humbled now when compared to his actual purchasing power. If the girl wanted a Porsche to drive around in she was actually in luck; in Daniel garage he had three cars and among them was a Porsche 911 Turbo recently purchased. To Daniel the Porsche was pretty good to drive around in when he wanted open road, but in the city he preferred his Lexus or his BMW.

When the girl nodded about the job Daniel was rather pleased in letting her in. The girl did not look old enough, but Daniel did not know his way around the city yet. He did not consider himself old, but he was certainly not a kid like her. Regardless of age she was here for the job so Daniel was just going to give her a shot and see how things would work out with her. Really Daniel would rather go with Vicereine, but she was already too involved with him and Daniel rather not have her parents fuss and worry over her. “Well yup that’s lunch.” Daniel said with a bit of pride since it was his lunch who he cooked. Closing the door after her he led her towards the dining room where the lunch was sitting. “Thanks for answering the ad so quickly since I know it was put up like a day ago. Come, eat some lunch with me and we’ll talk more about the job.” Daniel said with a smile.

Swiftly Daniel went into the kitchen and emerged with more food. It was the same food he made for himself, but Daniel always made enough for two. It was a force of habit since he always cooked for him and his wife. His wife was no longer with him, but he still had someone to share lunch with. The food for her was set down adjacent to where he would be sitting. “Well the job is basically you just showing me around town and translating for me. My French is not that good.” Apparently from the fight the other day. Daniel disappeared into the kitchen and came back with utensils for her. “Simple stuffs like take me to shops when I want to go shopping. Take me to landmarks, tourist locations, theaters, and I guess some clubs.” It had been a while since Daniel went clubbing, but he was single now. His assistant advised he started dating and try to move on. “The pay is three hundred euros a day.” Daniel decided he should mention cause the ad did not say. That pay was extremely generous.

(1 euro = 1.45 dollars)

[selly]

He seemed to be living alone. So that meant he had cooked lunch! Wow. Men didn't cook, as far as she knew. She looked surprised, but swept after Daniel gracefully, combing a hand through her black hair that still had a bit of ice cream in it. “Thanks for answering the ad so quickly since I know it was put up like a day ago. Come, eat some lunch with me and we’ll talk more about the job.” Selene nodded quietly, her light blue eyes gleaming. Money money money. She could dance with happiness. She sniffled a bit, then smiled.

As the man (she hadn't caught his name) went into the kitchen, Selene looked around.

This guy was rich.

He had come out with more food. Selene eyes nearly popped out of her head. He had made two servings? Did he know she was coming? He was definitely a Tainted, if he knew she was coming. He had set the food down on the table. Selene sat and looked at him as he explained what she would do. His French was not good? Well, hers wasn't perfect. She had spoken english her whole life. He went into the kitchen again and came back with eating utensils. Selene nodded her thanks and politely placed it next to her food as she listened.

He wanted to go shopping? She could bring him shopping. Selene knew the malls like the back of her hand. Girls shopped so often, and even though Selene wasn't a girly girl, she shopped. He wanted to go clubbing? Selene could bring him to her favorite one. She would ask him about his tastes later.

300 euros! Selene's eyes would have fallen out of her head if life was a cartoon. That was a lo of money! Selene was already envisioning what she would buy. A game console? A Nintendo Wii? Mum wouldn't care. Dad wouldn't care. So why not?

[daniel]

After Daniel brought the food out and set it down he waved a hand to invite her to sit down and eat. “Go ahead. Sit down and enjoy. I like cooking and I usually cook more then I can eat alone. It’s a habit of mine. I’m still used to cooking for me and my wife. I still haven’t gotten used to being alone after the divorce.” Daniel mentioned. She might of thought of him as strange or creepy if he just suddenly pulled out a second serving as if he was expecting her. “My assistant Alex is the one who posted the ad, she wants me to get out and have some fun and everything.” Daniel explained and then took a seat at his place in the table. The girl seemed young, but rather nice.

Grabbing a fork he dug in first: spearing a piece of food and eating it. After politely finishing that piece Daniel realized something. The two of them have not been introduced yet. “Oh silly me. I almost forgot. We haven’t done introductions yet. My name is Daniel Carson. You can call me Daniel, Danny, or Dan. I know very little French. I speak English and Arabic well though.” He did a brief introduction of himself and gave her a sincere smile. Sure she was just a hired tour guide for him, but Daniel would’ve liked it if she became his friend as well. Daniel did not have very many true friends and sure maybe this girl was just after money, but it was better then nothing: especially in this foreign country.

“Oh I plan on going clubbing and such all through the night if that’s not a problem.” Ah yes Daniel was going to partying tonight. Yes he lived life in that fast lane before and perhaps it was about time he took another dip into that high class life. “So when we going shopping we can pick out something nice for you if you want so you can wear it at night.” Daniel made the offer to her. Yes, dressed like that won’t get her into any clubs. Selene was pretty and Daniel knew that if he was going to go clubbing he needed some arm candy. Daniel was no newbie when it came to partying.

[selly]

Sorry it took so long. <3

So. That was the explanation. The poor dear had been recently divorced. Selene's eyes glistened with moisture, then she blinked a few times. She was an emotional kid; she cried because of the littlest things. But then she caught herself, and squeezed her eyes shut for a few moments. Okay. Too much info. Her pale blue eyes fluttered open and shifted to one side, then to the face of the Asian man.

And then he told her about his assistant. Selene nodded. If you couldn't think of anything to say, the best thing to do was nod. 'Where is she then?' Selene asked, then quickly clarified, 'your assistant. Where is she?' Just to know. If something happened like Selene accidentally stabbing this old man in the stomach with a fork like she did to great-aunt May during dinner two months ago, she would know where to find his assistant. She might not be much help, but it was good to know things like this.

There was a pause as both of them ate their food, Selene's eyes lowered to the source of the wonderful aroma. The silence was broken when this man introduced himself as Daniel. Selene did the same, her crystalline eyes flying to Daniel. 'Selene Eleendette. Call me Sel. I was born here and I speak fluent French and English.' She smiled back kindly. It must have been hard on him, moving to a place without friends or family to support him. Lene would die if she didn't have company. Even ERIK was considered company.

'Clubbing, hmm? Alright. Got anywhere in particular you want to go?' Selene asked, taking another bite and waving her fork in the air lazily. Mmm. This food was more delicious than her mum's. Well, that wasn't saying much. Her mum's food tasted like burnt toast. But it was good. For sure. Then he offered to let her buy something for the night. Selene thought of her closet full of clothes suited for 14 year olds, then nodded eagerly. Anything that had to do with new clothes for her was way OK.