The constant feeling of eyes on you was something you had become well accustomed to over the years of being the child of one of the most elite families in all of New York. Your father had around the clock security even though you begged him not to.

Today had been no different than any of your usual days. You spent your morning shopping and going to brunch with your other rich friends, all while your bodyguard, Leon, stood silently and observed your surroundings.

You had just gotten back from a grueling day of being part of America‘s 1% and were soaking in the large clawfoot tub that sat in the middle of your en-suite. The hot water and mountain of bubbles covered your body, the half drank bottle of Chardonnay floating on the water’s surface.

At first, you thought the black spec on the wall beside the tub was just a shadow, your drunk eyes playing a trick on you until you definitely saw it move. Turning you into a panic, flailing mess as you screamed for your bodyguard.