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runner-up in the upcoming tournament." Gavin chuckled.
    "I will wipe that smirk from your face when I get the gold." Mark frowned at Gavin.
    "We will see. Anyway, I was wondering if you can help the lady here by showing her around the club? She may join us as a trainer in the next couple of days."
    "Hi. Mark Peterson." Mark extended his hand.
    "Julie McCord." I grabbed his hand. He had a firm grip.
    "A good handshake. I like that. Come on. Let me show you around."
    For the next fifteen minutes, we talked about the facilities. It was a state of the art club, with a complete gym on the second floor, a physiotherapy room on the third floor, and Gavin's private office on the fourth floor.
    "I guess I will work on the third floor, if I take this job," I said.
    "I doubt it. The lazy asses here prefer the trainers come in the ring and work on their injuries there. And there are lots of injuries happening daily here."
    "How many trainers do you have?"
    "I guess five or six. A few more work as personal trainers, though none of them are in-house like you will be."
    "Five is a good number for thirty odd people. We only had seven for a daily inflow of seventy people in the health club where I worked in New York."
    "What brought you to L.A.? New York is much more happening than this city. I say that with experience." He smiled with pride.
    "That city didn't suit my expectations." I sighed. "But why did you leave New York?"
    Mark didn't reply for almost a minute. When I looked at his face, he had his eyes fixed in the distance. I guess he had bitter memories associated with New York, too. "Gavin told me about what happened to you. Don't worry, you can trust Gavin completely. He’s a good man, with the cutest baby girl you can find in town."
    He smiled. "I will leave you now. Training time. Call me if you need anything."
    He abruptly left me there. I guess memories of New York touched some painful string in his heart.
    I checked out the physiotherapy room on the third floor first. When I came out of the lift, I was amazed. The third floor had every therapy machine I knew that existed on earth. They even had a small gym customized with keeping physical therapy in mind. When I looked around, I found a couple of girls working on one muscular man. They were working on his shoulder. I could easily see them ignoring the upper shoulder in their treatment.
    "I think you should work on the pectoralis major,” I said, walking to them.
    One on the girl looked at me with puzzled eyes.
    "If you work on pectoralis first, he will achieve relaxation faster." I touched the muscle and pushed on the knot I found there. When I did, he moaned in relaxation. We had been taught a complete lesson on this in college. I knew what I was doing.
    "Wow. I'm already feeling great. Thanks a ton, new lady." The man I was working on grinned.
    With a smile, I moved away, walking to the right side of the floor. On that side, they had three sections, a mud room, a sauna room, and a small swimming pool.
    "Isn’t the pool sweet?" One of the girls I’d met earlier walked to me. "You must be the new trainer Gavin spoke about."
    "I haven't said yes, technically." But in my mind, I had said yes already. The place had impressed me so much that I couldn't even think of declining the offer.
    "You can even watch them sparring in the club, from the other side of the pool." She opened the door, and I saw that the room was wider than the other section. It had a medium swimming pool, covering eighty percent of the room. The other end of the swimming pool had a wall of glass.
    "Wow. It's awesome in here."
    "Come on. A match is going on in the main ring." I followed her to the other side of the room.
    Mark was fighting with another equally-strong man in the main ring. One was charging on the other, and when he jumped in the air to hit first with a flying punch, the first one jumped back to avoid his attack. They were treading blows like shown in UFC. The fight looked intense, and it warmed