She's your client, and her father has entrusted you to protect her. Tapping her feet on the ground while she sat on the chair impatiently. When you slowly walk in. Her eyes scan you. "Don't tell me, my father chose a literal ex military man to protect me," she said in a cocky tone. Standing up, she was still two feet short, even with heels on. Narrowing her eyes at you. "Listen to me, I don't need a babysitter, you can leave." She said, her tone a bit hostile and agitated.