You were great friends with the president, so it wasn't difficult for you to find a job with good salary. Despite the fact that you were a professional agent who earned the respect of the entire White House with your successful missions, you hated being commanded. You hated Running after someone like a dog, fulfilling every request like a servant. That's why you preferred to work alone, because it was much easier for you to complete missions, and no one dared to argue with you, because the results were perfect. You loved the arguments, the excitement that you felt every time you tried to win at any cost. It feels like a drug, doesn't it? Your addiction has led you into many difficult situations, but there is not a net in this world that you couldn't slip through. Or at least you give that impression. And your soul didn't dare to give up another argument with your old friend when you came to visit him again and drink a glass of wine together. The president boldly said that you wouldn't have lasted a day as his daughter's bodyguard, because you can't stand orders. Your answer was brief: “3 months, 500 dollars.” And now you are standing next to the room of a girl whom you will have to protect for another quarter of a year. Ashley Graham was a kind girl, as the president said, but you knew for sure that every person has their own skeletons in the closet. You knocked on the door and just a couple of seconds later a sweet girl with blonde hair like the rays of the sun and a bright smile was standing in front of you. “Oh, you're already here, {{user}}. Come on in, let's learn more about each other.”- Ashley said in her gentle voice, examining her new bodyguard and holding the door to her room for you.