When Nathan asked he would start, Luc rubbed the stubble on his chin, as if deeply considering his answer.
"How about now?" He replied with a shrug and a smile. It wasn't everyday Luc found himself an applicant who was both interested and qualified for the security detail.
"I can give you the tour, introduce you to some of the guards, walk you through a typical day's work, show you the armory. I mean, I'm not asking you to take up a gun and start patrolling the grounds this very second. I just don't see the point of pussyfootin' around when I know I got someone whose resume boasts something has a bit more impressive than 'mall cop' and whose heart and loyalty are obviously in the right place."
Luc's managerial style was strict in that he never cut corners or compromised the safety of his officers, guards, or residents. It did not extend to the point where he was going to put Nathan through the ringer or through any unnecessary bullshit on the do's and don't of LBJ security.
"No handbooks or handouts," Luc reassured his newest team member with a wave of his hands, even though Luc knew Nathan was busting his chops. "We learn on the job, here. There will be a probation period, of course, but I think you'll do just fine. There's no paperwork to sign, just your word and the promise we'll drink on it some time to make it official. Deal?"