Just Another Bodyguard

Chapter 2 : Plan A

--Haley's POV--

It wasn't like I wasn't prepared or anything like that.

I had spent the past few weeks studying him - his profile, actually - and had tried to determine his character, and possible weaknesses so I could get him fired from being my bodyguard ASAP.

But with that kind of profile, there was nothing much I could do.

Gender : Male.

Hobbies : -

Likes : -

Dislikes : -

Age : 84

Height : 186cm

Hair colour : Bald

Eye colour : Blind

Education/background : Stupid

And thus I had concluded that he was a retard. An eccentric one, at that.

Using the piece of paper as evidence, I brought forward my first campaign to get rid of him to Claude, my father's most trusted subordinate.

"Claude!!!" I shrieked, barging into his room, facing a boggled-eyed young man who had been there for as long as I could remember.

"What kind of profile is this? Does he even take this seriously?"

He had a mild, amused look on his face as he watched me rage on siletly.

"Get to the point, Ms Haley," He pointed out gently, with a knowing smile on his face.

He was just a couple years older than me, but I had always thought he was much more mature than me.

Seeing that smile on his groomed face made me feel embarrassed at my own childishness.

"Right. I-I don't need a bodyguard!" I persisted on my point since the first day Father had gotten me a bodyguard. "I can take care of myself well enough-"

He placed a large hand on my head, cutting me off. "Then, can you give me a reason as to why this man cannot do?"

"He- He doesn't take filling out his profile seriously-" I stammered as his face came closer to mine, giving me that gentle smile of his that always made me feel weak on my knees.

"Doesn't that just make him more interesting?"

And there it was, my first campaign ending up in complete and utter defeat.

My second campaign started off as a cold war I raged with Claude and my father that only lasted 6 minutes.

I should have known it was a trap.

"Haley," Claude piped in as he noticed me. "Your new bodyguard details..." I walked past him, ignoring him blatantly, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

Feeling proud of myself for passing the first obstacle, I walked to my room with a smug grin, thinking that this time, I had the upper hand.

Until a knock on the door perished the thought.

"Haley!" Came the familiar voice from behind the door. "It can't be helped that you're angry and all..."

I snorted indignantly and crossed my arms over my chest.

"But y'know, they are shopping for ice-cream, and I was asked to ask you which flavour you'd like..." He paused, as if actually pondering over it.

Don't you know?! It's vanilla!

"So... I guess I'll be buying orange-flavoured ice-cream for you then..."