I glanced over my shoulder, and there was a human, or should I pronounce it a silhouette, as it kept following me everywhere I left my footprints.

I sighed, knowing that my personal zone will always be invaded by a bodyguard of mine. This all started when my first assistant, Emily, and my second one, Andrea, were worried about my safety as I always got interrupted by crazy paparazzi and obsessed fans.

So they hired a female bodyguard to stay next to me every time and everywhere I go. I'd rather get chased by those crazy stuff instead of having someone standing behind me like a grim reaper who is always ready to seize someone's life.

I looked at my bodyguard, and she stopped her steps when I turned to her.

"May you take a few steps back? You're too close to me, I'm afraid."

I ordered her with my usual stern and cold voice.