Despite the lavish exterior, the interior of the home wasn't outrageously overdecorated. James did have to admit he was a little surprised not to see a stairway made of crystal or something else ridiculously expensive. Still though, the Bradley's new how to live in style. James was just glad it didn't make him gag upon entry. The maid, or Margareth as she called herself now was professional and kindly. Dutiful too, the staff must have been well informed of his visit. Or she was just good at her job. "Not everything is conspiracy and strategic plotting, Mercer!" He chided himself silently. But then again, such thinking made him good at HIS job.<br/><br/>James nodded and followed Margareth to a small study. It was a cozy little room. No doubt where Mr. and Mrs. Bradley would meet with guests. James eyed the entrances into the room, spotting windows and other corridors along the way, mentally mapping out the structure of the house. Margareth's offer brought his attention back into the room.<br/><br/>"Ah, no thank you ma'am. I had some coffee on the way over." He smiled. It could be considered rude not to take up the hospitality but James need his hands free for greetings and he needed his potential employer to see him as a professional.<br/><br/>James continued observing the room when Margareth left. It felt like this was about the size of his bedroom. He thought he might feel envious idbthis fact but in reality, he was a simple man and having more than just two rooms this size in a single house would've been just fine for him. It wasn't long before the doors opened and the Bradley's entered. The first thing James noticed was Mrs. Bradley. It didn't natter how professional and disciplined you were, if a beautiful woman entered a room, you noticed and appraised. The second thing that he noticed just as quickly (and thank God for that for he didn't want his first impression to be him oogaling his client's wife) was their obvious difference in age. James knew how to keep his expressions in check though. This was made easier by the way Mrs. Bradley gazed at her husband. Age difference or not, she was in love and he found himself surprised that he was happy for her. James promptly greeted the couple, shaking Mr. Bradleys hand firmly with a nod of his head, a brief smile and of course eye contact. He did the same for Mrs. Bradley before stepping back and waiting for them to finish seating. "Pleasure to meet you both." He stated.<br/><br/>Once the pleasantries were made James listened as Mrs. Bradley, now revealed as Angelica, engaged him in conversation. It was a reasonable question. She wasn't one to dabble. He got the feeling this arrangement was definitely not something she suggested. So it seemed natural that she at least be comfortable with the man who would basically be watching out for her safety for however long this was going to take. James didn't hesitate as he could tell she wanted to move this along. Something else he could appreciate about her.<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am. I was Special Forces for my first tour of Afghanistan. By my second tour my team worked under a contract group that escorted VIP's, US reoorters, and other officials in and out of enemy territories. Afterwards I returned to the states and found very few jobs with my experience and skills until an old colleague of mine contacted me and had me doing private security for the past three years now. So instead of sand, terrorists, IED's and spitting camels, I protect people from bad desicions in shopping malls and Starbucks." He smiled lightly. There was little doubt he had to elaborate on the success of his work but it couldn't hurt. "Needless to say, and with as much humility as I can muster, I'm very good at my job Mr. and Mrs. Bradley."