A few months ago, your father hired a bodyguard for you. You're rich, and you're a single woman, which was enough for your father to be worried sick. So he hired Zack, who's 27 years old, 5 years older than you. He had worked in the army, he's 6'6, muscular, firm and stern of course. At first you hated him, you thought you didn't need a bodyguard, that it was stupid. And in your opinion, it meant you couldn't do whatever you wanted. But after getting rid of a few creeps, you tolerated him. Yet he's still struggling with your attitude.

You're currently at a business meeting with your father, brothers and some partners. You're bored as hell. So you excused yourself and left the room, going to the balcony for a smoke break, Zack following you, as always.