The Mysterious Case of the Mayflower Dame

Chapter 1: A Distant Star (Part II)

Getting inside our vehicle, the streets are seemingly quiet for your typical day. If this has something to do with the event the chief is talking about then I would propose similar occasions to exist within our calendars. Not only does it sound practical, but there would also be far fewer crimes to handle in our department. Contemplating or getting my composure after that military orientation is the best thing to do since I’m not the type of individual who likes to get scolded by anyone along the way.

I guess I acquired that during my previous work under some sort of paranoid politician several years ago. Only a few words came out of his mouth, most of those have no sense if not overthinking. Thank goodness he didn’t win and I still had my paycheck intact.

Passing through Almond lane towards the main highway, the traffic is obviously stable. The morning dew is still present amidst the business of the individuals around town. Even though the atmosphere is seemingly gloomy, the worst is always around the corner – this instance alone is the accolade of what I do not wish to encounter, but fate has its own way of doing things. For a brief period of time we were able to arrive at our desired location, the London Theatre, the center and scrutinizing hotpot of actors and actresses in their glamour. I do not wish to expect much from this moment since I am not the type of individual who is acclimatized with such an environment; probably because I do not show any dire interest in such matters.

Lighting another cigar, I went to the entrance of the theatre. From there I can see the light show, a lad’s haven of visual elegance. Victorian architecture with the exemplary placement of lights on the hallway. The entrance has pillars similar to the Corinthian structure and the main path is covered with red carpet all the way to the double sided doors carved with some flowers and intricate designs of fleur de lis on every corner of it. Music is being played, jazz or swing based on the tempo and arrangement of the pieces. It really is a grandeur event that everyone is anticipating, quite possible that some of my officemates are here as well. As we went further I was blocked by man who appears to be a chauffeur of this establishment.

“My dear officer cigarettes are not allowed within the vicinity.” He must’ve noticed my badge on my waist, offering an ashtray for me to dispose my stick he seems to be serious about his remarks.

“I suppose.” I replied to him with disappointment as I followed the rules.

I went inside with his gaze piercing me signifying that he is watching my movement in case I started smoking within premises. Considering that this is a public event, I consider nothing less from the management itself. Their ways of conduct is similar to what we’ve managed here before when a famous band featuring John Lemon came here to perform. We had to literally make a blockade just to fend off the waves of women trying to get close to them.

It has only been several months and yet the atmosphere feels the same. The only thing that appears to be different is that, the person I’m going to body guard is someone that I know. I believe that’s how it must be just like I’ve promised when we first met. For now I should make my way inside and get this over with. Memory lane seems to have hit me twice now and I don’t want to go back and count all of my insufficiencies in life.

After that moment I went inside and I’d be damned there are a substantial amount of people inside it. The classical tales of celebration of stars inside the very center of entertainment here in London. As of now the crowd is being entertained by the midst of hosts and a few jokes are being thrown out. Sheepishly people are laughing even if the lines are excruciatingly stupid or perhaps I’m not that fond of sarcasm especially in terms of entertainment. Out of nowhere a group of men wearing tuxedos came towards us.

“Greetings gentlemen, are you perhaps the help that we requested earlier?”

We were looking at each other for a moment “Yes we are sire.”

“I see please come this way and lets discuss what’s about to happen.” We followed their trails all the way to the backstage in the manager’s room.

Basically, he showed us the floor plans and such. From the numbers that we have, there are a total of fifteen officers to be destined around the premise. Five people will be in charge of the main entrance, 5 on the main lobby and event area, three for the backstage and two for escort purposes either inside or outside of our vicinity.

We were also given some reminders due to the fact that apart from the mayor, we also have prominent figures arriving at the event. It is best done wisely that we approach our areas with caution and always armed in case some unusual contingencies arise. I’m deployed as one of the escorts for later. Since the so called stars are still caught up with their preparations on their respective rooms, I’d have plenty of time to adjust accordingly.

Walking to our designated places, I wore my trench coat and watched carefully around my surroundings. I was stationed in the backstage hallways near the rooms of the actors and actresses that will be participating later on. It seems that there are no nameplates nor any sort of identification placed on the doors. I don’t know who the VIP’s are; from the instructions given to us the event will formally start at nine and will resume around seven in the evening. This is just a prequel to whatever they have in store for the crowd.

Especially the main event, Eleanor G. Narcissus - she has been around the industry for as far as I can remember. We were classmates during our high school and I have to say, she has bewitched every man that there ever was around the campus. Ever since she studied theatre arts I already lost contact with her personally. She should be around 22 by this time since I am a year older than her at some degree.

Eleanor has always been a pretty lass ever since. Even though she was only a freshman, flocks of boys would come after her just to have that sweet yes. Who wouldn’t fall for someone like her? Pale blue eyes with her hazelnut-dyed hair, perfect lips that have a vivacious shape, it was just like Aphrodite kissed it herself and gave her the face of beauty as a crown. Her curves are perfect from head to toe, her chest is just the right size for her age and her hips naturally sway like waves of the Persian sea.

Her small and innocent face can calm the roughest of storms, even the terror teachers of our high school are no match against her charm. Especially when I was caught cutting classes just to join my father’s close friend on his hunting game, Eleanor helped me get out of that trouble by convincing the guidance counselor to let me take a special exam. Given that her family is also influential, I can say that she is the total package that anybody could ask for.

It was by that instance that I met her personally for the first time. A troublemaker like me just met a goddess face to face. Although her intentions of helping me were unknown, I already knew deep within that a lot of trouble will arise if this gets out. That’s why for most of the time, I would just stare and watch as the rest of the men in my class chase after her or even watch her eat during lunch. It was her own universe and hers alone to manage, with a few beauties just like her as the planets, giving life to our boring high school years.

I do not know if she is still the type of friend that she was before—I should be expecting nothing less from a world-renowned movie star. As of now in particular, she was most known for her lead role in the movie Mayflower Dame in which she gained the recognition of the masses and even the American movie industry. On that moment, she’s been the content of most celebrity newspapers and a great number of television shows would pay a large sum of pounds just to have her interviewed.

The coldness of this place entices me to take another stick of cigar but from what happened earlier I might as well keep it to myself for as long as I can. I forgot to carry a gun with me too, due to the sudden call out from the lobby I barely think that I would have enough time to prepare myself in that situation. At least I was able to bring my knife with me. Certainly, something a gentleman should fancy having, rather than carry a razor on my shoe, this is as practical as it can get.

(To be Continued)