5 Steps to Becoming a Bodyguard [5 Steps to Cliché Book 1]

If you had to protect someone you'd once hurt, would you?

I'm a trained agent, and usually I dress up as a geisha or a poor mother or a prostitute in order to uncover the most dangerous men, okay, some women, in the world. People that affect your lives everyday but you don't even know it. Men who could make you disappear with a flick of their hand. So, clearly, I'm good at acting, haha, I should get picked by a theater company with all these great skills I've got going on. Okay, not that I would change professions for any amount of money in the world, but still, I am that amazing.

But, see, years ago, in college, I did something bad, I made a mistake that cost me my best friend, that cost me everything and I can't make it right.

Honestly, I think it's kind of dumb, though, getting me to protect the President's son. I mean, I'm a trained agent, not a bodyguard! First of all, I'm a woman, second, the guy hates me now, and thirdly, I blow up drug houses, not follow rich people around. And trust me, things will never go the way I planned because I have to find the person who wants to kill the guy. What happened to objectivity? I'm biased.

Oh please don't make me do it...please...I'm begging...please.

This ain't no magazine though, guys, and it isn't this simple, but 5 steps? Just try.

Okay, you'll probably fail like I probably will, but what the heck? Who cares?

Come'on, you've got a man, as close to royalty as one can be in the US of A, to save.

But, try not to die, please...

PS, there's some swearing in here, and talk of women's...goodies...if you know what I mean. Brace yourself.

oh, sorry again, PSS, reference to drugs to, that's the Agent field I was trained in, so don't complain.

Hey again, PSSS, if you see my grandma, or even my mum, lurking about, tell me, I'm really not in the mood for confrontation. You haven't heard the women in my family rant, that's why you're skeptical.