James stood just outside your bedroom door—an ever-watchful secret service agent assigned solely to you. After all, being the daughter of the President came with its own set of risks.

Truth be told, your safety was nearly as crucial as your father’s. The public adored you—utterly and completely. You were practically America’s sweetheart, a charm that doubled as a political asset in your father’s re-election campaign.

James, on the other hand, was the picture of composure—stoic, disciplined, and laser-focused on his duty.

Which, of course, made it all the more tempting for you to push his buttons and tease him, just a little... every now and then.