Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself.
(Gotthold Ephraim Lessing)
It was strange, very strange, thought Judith Rosenbaum, while checking the deployment list, most of her girls – almost seventy percent – had gone south. Now, that meant the clients, whom the girls were to protect, had moved to sunny southern shores. Frajln Wach clients, however, were no ordinary Janes and Joes, but the elite of the country – or in fact of several countries, as the bodyguard agency was offering service Europe–wide.
Okay, it was winter still, cold winter, although the month of March should bring the first signs of spring, but did that really explain it? The places she could discern on the spreadsheet were neither the locations for winter sports – nor for holiday at the seaside. What were these people doing down there? – Well, her girls would tell her, once they were back from their missions. But it was strange nevertheless...
Frajln Wach had been Judith's first venture, founded in 1926. Today, she was the mistress of a sizeable agglomeration of security firms – alarm systems, observations, cash transports, property protection, structural protection, you name it... But the female guard and escort service still was the linchpin of her group – and the one that yielded most, although also making most work.
In olden days, girls had been tougher. Nowadays, they came soft, innocent and scatterbrained. Training them to be warrioresses was a true challenge. Only one in fifteen ever graduated. Judith still took pride in drilling them herself, at least in close combat and snickersnee. Therefore, she usually was closely committed to her lasses, even to those that did not become her lovers.
Oh, there had been copycats, once Frajln Wach had proven a success, but the emulators were missing a Judith. Because of her special experience, she simply was the best, even today. – Yet, she was forty–five now – and age was claiming its tribute, she was getting slower, not much so far, but decline had started. Well, she never had trained a successor, that was now turning out a mistake. – But only Fajga Mandlstayn, missing since long and most probably dead, ever had got what it took to be a second Judith...
It truly was a pity, but she couldn't help it now. – Maybe she should also travel south sometime or other – and look for a nice retreat... Selling her group shouldn't be a problem, there had been offers galore in the past. – But, on the other hand, what should she do in retirement? She wasn't the leisure type, had never been, since those Polish hooligans had raped her... – Well, she could purchase a residence in southern Spain or Italy off–handedly – and think about retirement later.