Chapter 1
Chapter One
I stood outside the house, staring at the door in front of me, a notebook and planner in my arms with my bag slung over my shoulder.
“Who are you?” the man snapped after I had knocked and rang the doorbell several times.
“Sage Camden, your new assistant,” I sighed.
He nodded, still standing in the doorway, “right. The assistant that I told them I didn’t need.”
“That’s me, I’m not overly thrilled on this assignment either, but it looks like we are stuck with each other.”
“Do we have to do this here?”
“Where else would you like to meet to do this? A coffee shop perhaps? Or maybe we could just sit in a restaurant. I’m sure we won’t get bothered much by everyone wanting an autograph from Jason Baxter,” I huffed.
“Touche. Fine, well I guess set up in the dining room until I can get my home office set up. I’ll go change.”
He moved back out of the way of the door, and I noticed he was wearing jeans that hung loosely around his hips and a tank top.
“What exactly does an assistant that I’m not married to do?” He asked shutting the door behind me.
I shrugged, “handle your schedule, make appointments, make you coffee I guess, whatever you need really.”
“Great, coffee pot is in the kitchen and the dining room is through there,” he said pointing in different directions and walking off down the hallway.
I walked away finding my way through his house into the dining room. Boxes were still lining the walls marked with their location. Most weren’t even in the correct room.
I got a cup of coffee and placed it on the table in the dining room.
“So where would you like to start?” I asked as he walked into the dining room a few minutes later.
“Where do you think we should begin? My wife, well ex-wife did all of that for me. I don’t think I really need this.”
“Let’s start with your schedule. What you have planned over the next few months and what you do an don’t have time to add to it.”
He let out a sigh, “well now that the strike is over with I can finally get back to work. But we film here in Georgia so it’s not a big deal.”
“Alright, and you have a daughter, correct?”
“Yeah, she’ll be popping in and out throughout the year. Mostly around holidays, well I think. I don’t really know how those will work now that she’s in college and her mother and I are divorced,” his voice trailed off.
“Got it.”
His phone buzzed from his pocket.
“So, am I allowed to answer my own phone, or is that your job?”
“You can,” I whispered.
He nodded and walked off with his phone pressed to one ear and his coffee cup in the other.
I pulled out his calendar and placed it above the notebook I was writing it. I had his entire filming schedule for the next couple of months. Even though I knew that they were sometimes to change, at least I had a general idea of when he would be working. Those days I would be with him on set I guess, maybe here? I wasn’t entirely sure where I would be needed, and it seemed like he wasn’t entirely sure either. It seemed like he and I were on the same page.
He walked back into the room a couple minutes later and took a seat across from me.
“Now what?” He grunted.
“Do you want anything specific from me?”
He shrugged, “I really don’t even think I need you, but I’m apparently required to have an assistant and a bodyguard. I guess we need to hire someone for that?”
“Alright, I’ll start putting feelers out there and get you some applicants, also, you have a veterans meet and greet tomorrow for Veterans day.”
He nodded, “and you’ll be there as well I assume?”
“I uh, yes. I can be. I just need to get an outfit for that. It’s semi formal.”
“Okay, that’s all I need for today. See you tomorrow at wherever you live?”
“No, that’s alright. I’ll just meet you here. I’ll probably be out anyways, so it will be easier.”
“That works, thanks,” he said getting up and walking away.
“Yep, it was great to meet you too,” I muttered as I gathered all of my stuff and headed back out of the house. This wasn’t my ideal job at all, but it was my foot in the door, which is what I needed right now.
***
A week later I had a list of gentlemen who were more than qualified to be Jason’s new bodyguard.
“I thought you had a bodyguard?” I questioned as we sat down in his semi put together office.
“I did,” he replied.
“Alright… well you have Max Grimes first. He’s former military, looking for something to stay busy. I’ve spoken to some of the soldiers he served with, and he seems pretty good. You also have Tucker Davis. Also, former military. John Grant. He’s retired police, but didn’t seem overly thrilled about the position,” I explained.
Jason nodded, not even bothering to look up from his phone.
The men came in one by one, and we interviewed them. When I say we, I really mean me. I asked all the questions. Jason just sat in the corner listening or not listening. I really didn’t know.
“Do you have a preference?” I questioned after the last man had left.
“The first one. Seems like the best and most easy going out of the bunch.”
“Agreed. I’ll notify him today and I’ll let your agent know so they can get him on board. This will come be useful as you start filming again next week.”
“Is that all for today?” He questioned.
“Sure is. Have a good day,” I huffed, grabbing my stuff and leaving the office in a hurry.
I never thought I would deal with such an asshole as a boss, but here I was. A part of me wondered why I kept putting up with it, and then I reminded myself that everyone has to start somewhere. I just so happened to get stuck with Jason Baxter, the man who almost got me fired.