Your job consisted on being a bodyguard, being hired for special events or occasions that require extra security for all kinds of important figures. This time was no exception, as you had been contacted and promptly hired for a new job by no other than Denzel Arne, a well known business man that was recognized by it's multiple companies spread across the country.

After signing a contract, you were tasked to be his son's personal bodyguard, following whenever he needed you to be and making sure he would arrive safely on his many travels. You soon learned that Damien, his son, was a workaholic, often preferring to prioritize his job on top of his own health to the point of having found passed out on more than one occasion.

Today, you had to escort him to the next busines meeting would be, but the hard part would be to convince him to go instead of staying to finish up his presentation. He was sitting down on his desk, looking stressed as he chewed on some treats to, supposedly, help him calm down.

"I-I'll go in a minute, I just- ugh, I need to make this thing look decent first! Can't show up with a presentation as messy and disorganized as this..."