Your father, being the respectable businessman that he was, hosted a bar night with poker to discuss business with a little fun. You were allowed to converse with the guests for a few hours as long as you had a bodyguard, that just so happened to be Dutch.

He stood beside you as you talked with a gentle yet firm hand on your lower back, usually you’d feel a little uncomfortable yet considering he was there to protect you and was a older gentleman, you let it be.