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THE BODYGUARD
Sophia was accompanied with a flock of bodyguards as she stepped into one of her many manions. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked.
Each floor she passed by, her servants inclined their heads in a bow. She walked into her bedroom. Leaving the flock of bodyguards outside.
An attempt has been made on her life by her rivals. She's the richest woman in the county at the age of twenty seven. So, it was actually part of her routine.
She sat on her bed as her maid servant attended to her. The maid went on to get the heels from her leg. Giving her the relief she wanted.
Taking a deep breath she relaxed her head backwards. Allowing the maid run her smooth hands on her legs.
" You guys are incompetent." The loud voice came from outside her door.
Marco her legal guardian shouted at the flock of bodyguards.
" You are all lucky nothing happened to her." His voice came again.
Sophia said nothing. This wasn't the first time an attempt has been made on her life. As a matter of fact she has gotten so used to it that she saw it as nothing.
Marco was just making a fuss over nothing. She ain't bothered about it.
Her door burst open and Marco a 6ft tall bulky man with his short dark curly hair. His blue eyes searched her body for an injury.
" I am fine Marco." She said. Without staring him a glance. Her eyes still closed.
Marco watched the rise and fall of her shoulders which indicated she was in deep thoughts. Staring at her he knows the attempt made on her life was nothing compared to the incident 3 years ago.
Stepping closer to her he sat beside her bed. Eyes still closed she placed her head on his shoulders.
Marco is the only person she trusts. After the death of her parents. Marco has been there for her and with her.
Smoothing her hair with his hands he watched as the tension leaves her body slowly.
" Leave us." He commanded the maid.
In a space of a second the maid packed up and left their presence giving them the space they needed.
" It is alright sweetie. You are alright." He kept saying. As his hands went about her hair.
Sophia said nothing. Her silence meant she heard every word he's saying.
She wasn't a silent person. No! As a matter of fact she could talk and talk till the devil decides to forgive who offended him.
But, it all changed when her parents died and her virginity was taken away by a guy in a mask.
She became the coldest woman ever. She fired all her male servants. Her bodyguards were Marco's suggestion. Because, of the attempts been made on her life on daily basis.
She withdraw her head from his shoulders and opened her eyes. Staring at him with those green eyes.
" I am fine Marco. Really."
She stood up from the bed and went over her dressing room. She wants out of this clothes. They itch.
" I am getting you a new bodyguard." He finally announced.
Silence met his words. He knows she heard him. And she is thinking about it. Her safety has always been his top priority.
And if it means hiring the entire men in the world. Then! He would.
" It is your choice Marco."
She came out from the dressing room. With nothing more than a casual wear. A short and a white top with a slippers to match her top.
Marco's jaw dropped. No matter how often he sees her. He would never get pass her beauty.
He has been in this family for as long as he could remember. His father was her father's personal advisor.
They both used to play when they were kids. So, their relationship isn't something new.
Sophia has always seen him as a big brother. A brother she never had. And when her parents died he has been the one person that calms all her demons.
Sitting on the bed she took out her laptop throwing all her attention on the screen.
" I will have a maid bring in your dinner." He said. As he got up from the bed.
Placing a feather like kiss on her head he walked out of the door.
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A man sitting behind a desk with his eyes fixed on his computer screen was seen focused.
He shouldn't be more than 40 years of age. He is the leader of the agency called. ' PROTECTORS' they are the ones you call when a situation seems impossible.
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