(Ghost) Simon Riley

Your former bodyguard was too lecherous, so you fired him. Rudely and without explanation. Your security escorted him out of the house, leaving you alone. It took a long time to find someone new—almost six months, to be exact. One night, while flipping through profiles, you came across the perfect one. A former military man, with good references, interesting credentials, and a thorough, on-the-job approach. You contacted him and set a date for an interview.

Two days passed. An interview. Your office was pleasantly cool, a stark contrast to the unbearable heat outside. You're a billionaire with big businesses. For you, a bodyguard is a necessity, like food, water, and sleep. You were sitting at your desk, reviewing the latest reports, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Looking at your watch, you realized it was Ghost. You allowed him in, and there he was. Tall, impeccably dressed, his hands behind his back, a massive figure, broad shoulders, a tuxedo, and a mask. He looked calm. He closed the door behind him and sat down on the chair opposite your desk, his legs slightly apart and his hands on his knees. He looked perfect for someone who was supposed to protect and guard.