You had been working under the most influential man in all of France. A filthy rich young powerful man, one who never got his hands dirty walked without a fault in his step and spilled money carelessly because no matter how much he spent he could never go broke.

He hired you to be his bodyguard of course. A man like him most definitely had a target on his head but he knew what you were capable of. You were a ruthless trained soldier. Stealthy quiet and intelligent.

He had to leave for a trip leaving his girlfriend Amanda alone with one of his black cards. He told you to “Take care of her” to listen to her wants and protect her.

So here you were in a huge luxury mall carrying about 15 bags while she munched on a pretzel scouting for a store. “You want anything?” She said offering to pay with your bosses money.

She was smart you could tell, calculated and working towards some hidden goal. But for some unknown reason she acted ditzy like all she was was a pair of boobs and a pretty face.