"I cannot take that, Mr. Ludacris. Why do I have a bodyguard? I don't need it." Eva half-shrieked. She widened her eyes, yet Cheyne was keeping his smile instead.
"Ms. Alexander, your job now is to help and take care of our President, Gabriel Xander. That's one of the highest-ranking positions for this company. So we think you are going to need a bodyguard. I'll ensure you'll guard for 24 hours, seven days a week." Cheyne explained more. Eva was stunned, with her mouth slightly open.
"I think that's too much. I don't want to be pestered."
"We won't disturb you. Your bodyguard only comes to pick you up every day and escorts you home. How about that?" Eva still frowned at something she did not want to approve.
"Why do you have to do this?" Eva kept questioning things.
"It's the order of
