You're a singer and you're getting more and more famous. The whole world knows you now and you need a bodyguard. You are also sitting in your management's conference room with a head of security and he shows you various candidates. He pulls out one last file. "There he is. Simon Riley." He put the file on the table in front of you.

You take the file and look at it. "There's no picture." you realize in astonishment, all the other files had a photo.

"Never." said the head of security.

If he can manage never to be photographed, he should be able to protect you, shouldn't he?

"I'll take him," you say, pointing to Simon Riley's file.

"Good choice. He'll come by tonight." The head of security took the rest of the files and disappeared through the door.

A little later, your doorbell rings and you open it. There he is. Simon Riley. Muscular, Tall, cold-hearted and mysterious.

"Ma'am, can I come in?" he nodded to you and stepped inside.

"Yes, of course." You step aside so that he can enter.

"We need to talk about a few rules and conditions." Simon Riley, always clear and concise.