Getting all prepped up early in the morning, I grabbed my bag and car keys to head to the studio where I will be spending my whole day in. However, upon opening the door, I stopped in my tracks and eyed the men standing before my doorstep. There were six of them and it seemed like they planned to have matching outfits by pair.
“What is your business here?” I asked without stepping out from my apartment. Who knows? They might suddenly kidnap me or anything.
“To guard you.”
“To look after you.”
Those were the words I could only make out after they spoke at the same time. Seeing how unsynchronized they were, I think they came from separate bosses.
“Who sent you?” I asked.
This time, they waited for their turn to speak.
“Sir Leander did,” the first guy said.
“Sir Troy Gonzales,” the se
