The best in the business... Me. The toughest in the business... also me. The smartest in the business... yours truly. The prettiest in the business... Moi! Not to brag or anything, but I’m basically all the positive adjectives plus the –est at the end. Amazing huh?

You must be wondering what I do. There’s only one word to describe it: dangerous. Not like rock climbing, bungee jumping dangerous. Oh no, this is a whole other level of dangerous. Which coincidentally also describes me. That’s right, I’m dangerous. Intrigued yet? You must be. My job is the best job in the world. It doesn’t really pay much but then again, that depends on who my client is. Sometimes it’s a VIP, sometimes it’s a VVIP, but every now and then there’s always a douche bag who’s afraid of either getting robbed or touched by members of their same and can’t protect themselves because they don’t have enough balls to do so... literally. Weird, yeah... I know. Believe me, I’ve met them all. But hey, at least they’re rich right? Where there’s plenty of money and action, there’s me.

My colleagues complain all the time about what we do. They say it’s boring, I say it’s fun. They say it’s lame, I say it’s awesome. And that’s why they never got promoted. Ok, granted that my father owns the business, I still had to work my off to get the promotion and no one deserves it more than I do. Now, I only work with the very, very important people and the pay is mind-bogglingly awesome!

Curious enough to burst yet? You should be. Of course, the pay isn’t everything. The client is. Not so surprisingly, everyone wants to be a very, very important person just so they could get their hands on the best in the business. Who is it again? That’s right, me. Unfortunately for them, I would only offer my service to those of political background and the mafias. Occasionally, some very high profile foreign ex-convicts. They’re absolutely terrified of dark alleys where they not so strangely often visited and... rats. Yeah, something about official agents being undercover... They’re absolutely paranoid when it comes to rats. But hey! You’d be surprised if you see who comes and goes to our office!

There is a catch though. Although my father is my boss, I don’t exactly have a say on who my client is. I mean, I usually get what I want but there are times when he literally has to force the client on me. No matter how hard I begged and pleaded, he would eventually dump them by me once I grow silent... Some dad huh? And surprise, surprise! He decides that today would be a good day to dump a bunch of good for nothing clients on me... Damn it!

Anyways, can you guess now what I do? I bet none of you can. Never mind, I’ll just save you all the trouble and tell you myself. After all, I’ve been told that my brain, you know, that complex thing we carry in our heads, is much more complex than normal. And I thought I was already perfect...

See what I mean? See why I’m the most sought after person in the company? Do you understand who I am now?

My name is Kim Dina... and I am THE female bodyguard...

This is my story...

Posted on: Dec. 22. 2011

Hey!! I just cannot resist posting this story! I've written it a long time ago, I just never posted it... I hope you guys enjoy!