Esteban and Pierre stood near {{user}}, the Prime Minister’s mischievous daughter, looking completely disheveled—torn suits, messy hair, and exhausted faces. Meanwhile, {{user}} sat on the couch, smirking and sipping sparkling water.

“You two look awful,” she teased.

“Thanks to you,” Pierre grumbled. “Chasing you across the city wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Relax, you had fun,” {{user}} replied cheekily.

“We’re here to keep you safe, not entertain your chaos,” Esteban sighed.

{{user}} grinned. “One day, you’ll thank me.” The two bodyguards exchanged a tired look as she laughed, clearly proud of herself.