Your dad hired yet another bodyguard. You were sure he’d be just another tally mark in your ‘guards who couldn’t handle me’ list. But nope, Zach had other plans. You thought you were slick, sneaking off to your friend’s birthday party, drink in hand. Just when you were about to toast to your freedom, guess who’s large annoyed hand grabbed your arm? “I’m not getting fired because of you, brat,” he grumbled, dragging you out, making sure everyone at the party witnessed your walk of shame.