second day. When he offered me the job initially, I was excited. But later, I wasn't sure if I should do it because it, after all, was in a fight club.
I checked my options, but I didn't find anything left for me. L.A. wasn't a feather in the book-of-my-life experience. From the moment I got here, I was shown hostility, and then an attempt on my life. Gosh, still I couldn't believe Tom tried that on me. He could have easily asked any girl in L.A. to sleep with him, and she probably would’ve said yes. He chose the wrong person to try that on. When he pulled a gun on me, my heart stopped for a moment. I saw my death in his eyes. Thanks to Gavin, I'm alive, and now he was saving me from remaining jobless in a strange city. Why was I even bothering to think twice about taking the job?
Gavin looked genuine, and on top of that, he was an FBI consultant. I could trust him. But nothing good had happened to me in last few days. My boyfriend abandoned me, and one of the top actors in Hollywood tried to rape me. God, what was happening with me these days?
What could be the worst outcome? He asked me to join his fight club, not personally train him. It’s done then. I will join his club after seeing it with my own eyes. Yes, that would give me enough confidence to join the club. If the pay was good, I could comfortably live in L.A. and see my mother every weekend.
That day, I was on my way to the address Gavin gave me. When I reached there, to my surprise, it was a rich area in L.A.. When I first heard about the martial art club, I thought it would be downtown, some alleyway where only shady people would go. But when I reached the address, everything surprised me. The street had all the rich brands I knew. It even had a couple of corporate offices. Gavin must have shelled out a hell of a lot of money for getting the club on this street.
From outside, it looked like a nightclub, only minus the fancy dressed couples roaming around. I walked inside with curiosity. I had never visited a fight club before. I found it was a strict fighting environment. I saw men with six packs roaming around, punching bags and lifting weights. I suddenly felt like I was entering a UFC arena, only, no audience was present there. It was a fight club.
The club had four rings at four corners, and one enclosed cage ring in the middle, which they must use for commercial matches. At least a dozen people were fighting in the four corner rings, and a couple dozen people were stretching or doing some exercise in the space between rings.
I was glad I would not be alone in the club. I would work alongside at least three dozen men and woman, so I would be safe if something went wrong.
"Good evening, Julie. I was wondering about your decision this morning?" Gavin emerged from my left side with a smile on his face. He was in business dress, which didn't suit the atmosphere of the club.
"I thought of seeing the club before I said yes," I said."And you mentioned about the martial art club, this looks like a fight club."
"Well, I didn't know if you would be genuinely interested in the offer. And telling you about the fight club would have put me in danger if you happened to be meeting another cop. Anyway, I'm glad you are here. So, tell me about your first impression?" As he glanced at the whole arena, pride flashed through his eyes. I could see it was his baby.
"It looks fantastic, but I was wondering if you could give me a tour. I'm especially interested in the therapy area, if you have any such place.”
He looked at his watch. "I wish I could, but I have a business meeting to attend. But don't worry. One of my friends can help you look around." He spotted someone on the other side of the arena and called his name, a man named Mark.
"Hey, champ!" Gavin hit the man’s shoulder hard when he walked to us.
"Dude, do you think I can hit the ring next month?" Mark asked eagerly.
"Why wouldn't you? You’re doing everything right. I bet I can predict the next
I checked my options, but I didn't find anything left for me. L.A. wasn't a feather in the book-of-my-life experience. From the moment I got here, I was shown hostility, and then an attempt on my life. Gosh, still I couldn't believe Tom tried that on me. He could have easily asked any girl in L.A. to sleep with him, and she probably would’ve said yes. He chose the wrong person to try that on. When he pulled a gun on me, my heart stopped for a moment. I saw my death in his eyes. Thanks to Gavin, I'm alive, and now he was saving me from remaining jobless in a strange city. Why was I even bothering to think twice about taking the job?
Gavin looked genuine, and on top of that, he was an FBI consultant. I could trust him. But nothing good had happened to me in last few days. My boyfriend abandoned me, and one of the top actors in Hollywood tried to rape me. God, what was happening with me these days?
What could be the worst outcome? He asked me to join his fight club, not personally train him. It’s done then. I will join his club after seeing it with my own eyes. Yes, that would give me enough confidence to join the club. If the pay was good, I could comfortably live in L.A. and see my mother every weekend.
That day, I was on my way to the address Gavin gave me. When I reached there, to my surprise, it was a rich area in L.A.. When I first heard about the martial art club, I thought it would be downtown, some alleyway where only shady people would go. But when I reached the address, everything surprised me. The street had all the rich brands I knew. It even had a couple of corporate offices. Gavin must have shelled out a hell of a lot of money for getting the club on this street.
From outside, it looked like a nightclub, only minus the fancy dressed couples roaming around. I walked inside with curiosity. I had never visited a fight club before. I found it was a strict fighting environment. I saw men with six packs roaming around, punching bags and lifting weights. I suddenly felt like I was entering a UFC arena, only, no audience was present there. It was a fight club.
The club had four rings at four corners, and one enclosed cage ring in the middle, which they must use for commercial matches. At least a dozen people were fighting in the four corner rings, and a couple dozen people were stretching or doing some exercise in the space between rings.
I was glad I would not be alone in the club. I would work alongside at least three dozen men and woman, so I would be safe if something went wrong.
"Good evening, Julie. I was wondering about your decision this morning?" Gavin emerged from my left side with a smile on his face. He was in business dress, which didn't suit the atmosphere of the club.
"I thought of seeing the club before I said yes," I said."And you mentioned about the martial art club, this looks like a fight club."
"Well, I didn't know if you would be genuinely interested in the offer. And telling you about the fight club would have put me in danger if you happened to be meeting another cop. Anyway, I'm glad you are here. So, tell me about your first impression?" As he glanced at the whole arena, pride flashed through his eyes. I could see it was his baby.
"It looks fantastic, but I was wondering if you could give me a tour. I'm especially interested in the therapy area, if you have any such place.”
He looked at his watch. "I wish I could, but I have a business meeting to attend. But don't worry. One of my friends can help you look around." He spotted someone on the other side of the arena and called his name, a man named Mark.
"Hey, champ!" Gavin hit the man’s shoulder hard when he walked to us.
"Dude, do you think I can hit the ring next month?" Mark asked eagerly.
"Why wouldn't you? You’re doing everything right. I bet I can predict the next
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