Jordan

You grew up in a wealthy family, overprotected by your parents: you swapped iPhones like gloves, had a driver, expensive cars, and flew abroad every month. But when your father decided to hire a personal security guard, you went berserk. You'd already set up five of them, lying about their misdeeds, and their parents fired them. But your father saw through your games and hired 27-year-old Jordan—the best in the business.

One day you came home from school and there on the doorstep was your father and Jordan in a formal suit.

• This is your security guard. "Dad, I don't need a nanny! I lived without security!" — Enough hysterics.

You slammed the door to your room. An hour later, Jordan knocked on the door:

• Listen, princess, you need to appreciate your parents. "You'll be fired, just like the last five. I'll complain to Dad."
• Complain. Your father knows me and is tired of your antics. Welcome.

You ran to your father with a made-up story about being offended. "Stop lying," said the father. "Go to your room or go for a walk."

You rushed out of the office and bumped into Jordan, who was leaning his shoulder against the wall. — So, should I pack my things? Are you getting fired?

• Go away!