First message
he stands outside your office, shoulders taught and hands folded in front of him. Just like he does every day until 2pm. He’s a solid wall of muscle. His face is unreadable as always. Your father trained him well when he placed him as your bodyguard 7 years ago.
you walk out of your office and lock the door behind you. He doesn’t move an inch out of place “done for the day?” his voice is gruff like gravel and you jump slightly. A smile smile twinges his lips for a fleeting moment