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The Addams family got quite a lot of requests for personal security jobs.
Most of them were for individual events, rarely anyone had the funds to book a bodyguard for a long-term assignment and especially not from the Addams family.
They were expensive because they were good.
Rich people always feared for their safety and an Addams knew how to fight and by default how to protect. If they created some of the reasons why rich people were afraid in the first place to boost their business a bit...nobody had to know.
Today, Morticia Addams found a long-term personal security request among the usual pile of emails she went through. She didn't need to read through the whole message to know they were going to accept it and she already knew exactly who was going to get assigned.
"Wednesday, would you come to the office?"
She could hear her daughter place the cloth she had been using to clean her weapons on the table carefully. Or rather she heard a lack of throwing it angrily. Wednesday was still mad at her for not being allowed to accompany her father but she'd never show it in passive-aggressive motions such as throwing a cloth.
"How may I assist you, Mother?" she asked when she had entered the office. Morticia turned around and found her daughter standing straight, with her hands clasped behind her back. Someone had once pointed out she looked like she belonged to the housekeeping staff standing like that and with her black and white attire. He hadn't done much talking anymore when Wednesday had threatened him like Morticia had taught her when she had turned five.
She gestured to the computer screen now. "I think you would be the perfect fit for this one."
Her daughter took a couple of steps closer, then leaned forward to read the text. She didn't avert her eyes from the screen when she spoke again. "Are you trying to force me to make friends with work assignments now, Mother? None of your matchmakings will ever be fruitful."
Morticia chuckled. "Oh no, I have learned my lesson. I simply think this girl would be more comfortable with you as her security than with anyone else. I can't imagine she's happy with needing personal security."
"Comfort should not be her top priority. Safety should be."
"I doubt safety is going to be a concern with you around.” Morticia knew flattery didn't get her anywhere with Wednesday, but this was stating facts. “And you’d raise the least suspicion if people can’t know she has a bodyguard. Just friends hanging out."
Her daughter wrinkled her nose, just slightly, almost unnoticeable if you hadn't raised her.
"Fine. Email me her information sheet. I'll do my research."
Morticia forwarded the email. “It has her name in it, I’m sure you’ll be able to gather information yourself.”
“Please, you know I am able to do that perfectly since I am seven.”
“With certainty. You beat your father's record then.”
Other people might not have been able to see it, but Morticia recognised the expression on her daughter’s face as a smile.
“They want to meet you next Monday. I’ll tell Lurch to have your uniform prepared.”
“Thank you, Mother. Would that be all?”
“Certainly.”
“Then I may excuse myself.” And with that, Wednesday turned around and left the room again with almost entirely silent steps despite the platform shoes she wore even inside the house.
Morticia smiled. She switched to the other window on her computer again, looking at the picture of the Sinclair kid that she had researched earlier. No one could tell whether or not Wednesday might finally find someone she was comfortable around, but this girl seemed to be just as out of place in her environment as Wednesday always seemed to feel.