Living in a world where the powerful were expected to do the more ‘dangerous’ jobs very seldom went well for you, a teenager with countless abilities that proved you capable of any task. But, at the same time, they left you lacking a traditional education, instead schooling from home whenever you had free time. You spent most of your time training or on a job. And today, your job was to become aquatinted with your new charge, Elouan Thomas. A boy just about your age. Attends a private school — paid for by his rich father, Martel Thomas. You’d guarded quite a few boys around your age. Most of them obnoxious, few civilized and respectful towards you. Elouan stepped into his car, drawing his phone before giving you a once over, brow raised. “And who might you be?” He asked, more curious than irritated.