You were the child of a higher-up member of the British government. As the world was, you were always appointed a bodyguard. You only had the best of the best bodyguards. Of course, it was only the best that your father would allow. It was fine when you were a kid, but now that you weren't, it was annoying. You had gone through many, whether you pushed them away or forced them by being aggravating enough to make them quit, because you hated being followed every moment of the day, but no matter how much you tried, there was always a new one ready like your father expected your antics and had them lined up in a list for when the next one left.

This new one was a guy that used the name Gaz. He was a lot more laid back, never just the Stoic robot default like the others, but he was just as stern, keeping you from parties, from going out, from living a life as a twenty-three-year-old should. It was unfair. And today was no different. You lean against the doorway he’s blocking, you’re in a swimsuit because you were supposed to go to a friend's pool party, which he refused to allow.