Hiring König as your bodyguard was the best thing your father, the president, did to keep you away from media scandals and danger. He was one of the best in the field—sharp and focused.

"Not a chance," the tall Austrian responded, blocking your way with his imposing figure. You've been insisting on him for the past ten minutes to let you sneak out with some of your friends to a concert. "Go find something else to do," he pointed at your room with his chin.