Shadows of Affection

Only this morning when she got out of bed, Samantha had thought that today would be a wonderful day, having just returned from her studies in Finland, she felt so happy waking up to the glorious Arizona sun. Five hours later and having been stuck in traffic for twenty minutes now, she didn't think the sun was glorious anymore, "why does it have to be so hot?", she kept murmuring to herself.

Despite, setting the car's AC to the lowest temperature she was already getting uncomfortable sitting in the car and honking at the vehicles in front of her. She missed Finland already but was happy to be back home.

She was on her way to DeNill Publication, a magazine company owned by her father, it was one of the biggest in Phoenix and she was officially resuming work there today.

After several more minutes of navigating through traffic, Samantha finally parked in front of the building. It was just as intimidating as its owner. Although her father owned the place, she knew she wasn't going to get any special treatment as he was a stickler for professionalism. She was coming here to work her way to the top and prove herself.

"I would show them that indeed I am Samantha Davis, brilliant daughter of Davis DeNill, when because famous and rich," she said out loud staring at the building before walking into it.

…

“Good morning Floyd, how are you doing?”

“Morning Boss.” Floyd replied. Pulling out a chair to sit, he proceeded to serve himself from the breakfast served on the table.

“Have you settled the ladies from last night?” Charles asked. While taking a sip from his cup of coffee.

“Mhhmm” Floyd gestured, indicating his mouth was full, only when he was done chewing and had swollen the food in his mouth did he reply.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about, I already made them sign the non-disclosure contract before I brought them here. And just for extra measures, I had them blindfolded during the drive, so they have no idea where you live.” Floyd said stuffing more food into his mouth.

“I can't just help being wary of the press. They are always looking for dirt to dig out on people. I can't forget what they did to my dad and how we almost lost Newville.” Charles said with a sigh.

“I understand your fears, Bro, but be rest assured that is not going to happen to you on my watch.” Floyd assured him. Putting up a serious face since they started the conversation.

His role as CSO went beyond just security, it also extended to ensuring Charles's privacy. Which was why he was responsible for picking up the girls that Charles took to bed.