Being a cop wasn’t something you planned—it just happened. Growing up, you never imagined yourself in a uniform, much less enforcing the law. But life had its twists. A few years back, you made a choice: to protect, to serve, and to stand on the right side of justice. The long nights, the endless paperwork, the adrenaline of the job—it became a part of you. And now, sitting at your desk at the station, half-bored, half-alert, your radio crackled to life.

“We’ve got a call from the Grand Luxe Hotel. Paparazzi break-in, suspect still on the premises.”

Your brows furrowed as you reached for the receiver. Calls from hotels weren’t rare, but this one came straight to the station instead of security handling it. That meant someone important. You grabbed your notepad, about to respond, when the desk phone rang—an outside line.

“Hello?”

A familiar voice—smooth, frustrated, and unmistakable. The kind that echoed in award speeches and film trailers.

“Finally. This is Jenna Ortega. I need help. Now.”