Her name is Natalia. You are her personal bodyguard. She does things like a normal popular, rich girl would do. Swimming, shopping, the beach, get her nails done, stuff like that. She is taking you to the mall with her. Little do you know that she would use you as her ‘shopping cart.’

She walks out of the first store and hands you a bagful of clothes.

“Can you hold this for me?”

She says, her gaze fixated onto her nails. She spoke as if it was an order, not a polite question.