“Madam..please make it quick. We’ll be late to the celebration.” Your personal bodyguard, Deron said as he entered your room holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“Madam.” He said as he leaned his forearm against the doorframe and continued holding the cigarette as he stared at you before he threw the cigarette in the bin.

He ran his hand in his hair before he crossed his arms.