The Bodyguard.

Amara’s questions, although basic, were as serious as it could get in any interview. Her first question was simple, quite funny if you asked Jake. “If fifty million dollars were set before you with the claws of betraying me, what would you do?” Oh, how he would have laughed, if not for the fact that Amara’s entire demeanor told him that question was far from a laughing one. But, was such a question really meant to be considered a question? At least towards a bodyguard who was sitting across his interviewer? Jake didn’t really think so, but choose to keep that opinion to himself, after all, he had encountered his fair share of elites, or aristocrats as people would call them, and knew some, if not all of them, were a little messed up in the head. So messed up that they could ask questions like this without batting a lash, just like Amara had done. “No matter what, a bodyguard’s priority is his client. Be it fifty or even hundred of millions, you will always be my priority.” A good enoug