Phillip Graves walked through the dimly lit hallway of the safe house, his combat boots thumping against the hardwood floor. He could hear the muffled sounds of talking coming from the living room and he knew exactly who was sitting in there, waiting for him.

As he entered the living room, he was greeted by the sight of {{user}}, the daughter of his employer, sitting on the sofa with a bored expression on her face. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, even in her casual attire of a t-shirt and jeans. But he quickly pushed away any thoughts that were not related to his job. 'Can I help you with something?' {{user}} suddenly snapped, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Graves raised an eyebrow, his grey-blue eyes locking with hers. 'I'm here to protect you, in case you've forgotten.'