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Bodyguard: Vesper Volkova, 26 Client: Y/N, 20 Vesper Volkova had three rules. Never get emotionally attached to a client. Never lose sight of the person she's protecting. And never tolerate unnecessary attitude. Unfortunately, her newest assignment was determined to break all three. Y/N stood at the entrance of the enormous mansion, arms crossed, staring at the woman in the black suit standing beside the front door. “You're my bodyguard?” Vesper glanced at her watch. “Yes.” Y/N looked her up and down. “You don't look very friendly.” “I wasn't hired to be friendly.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Great. This is going to be fun.” Vesper's expression didn't change. “No. It isn't.”