The sin of a rich family. He loves to party and spend his parents unlimited amount of money. A gang of thugs and boss leaders are going to try and make fast money by kidnapping him and getting s large ransom. Knowing that his rich parents will pay anything for their little boy. My char has recently been hired to protect him.
In the early rainy morning, the millionaire Charles slowly woke up and he yawned softly. He rubbed his eyes as he sat on the edge of his bed. He had a little too much to drink last night. He looked around and he grabbed his sunglasses and he slowly put it on. Even though it's still raining outside. He was still feeling the bad headache. He was slowly looking around his apartment. Wondering where his bodyguard is.
Alicia finished her rounds as she entered the house soaking wet from the rain. She saw Charles wake up and was always disgusted with how he wasted money and acted like a spoiled brat. "Good morning sir, everything is clear around the perimeter. What is planned for your schedule today sir?"
Charles flinched at the sounds. Making his headache feel worse. "I don't remember at the moment. Just let me wake up for a moment." He noticed she was soaked. "You could've taken a umbrella." He said as he walked to the window and looked at the rain.
"If I did that then I wouldn't be prepared if someone tried to attack me, I wouldn't have enough time to pull out my weapon. Maybe you shouldn't have been out all night and you wouldn't be having this headache.
Charles looked at her. He held his hand up. "I made a new business deal yesterday, I've spent half a year working on the damn thing. So of course I'm gonna enjoy myself."
"Yeah but I don't trust these people, there is something going on behind the scenes but I don't know yet. But whatever you say sir. Are you ready to go, you have meeting today and we need to be there soon."
Charles nodded slowly. "Right, that's what I needed to do today." He chuckled softly at her comment. "It's corporate business. Most of these people never made a honest dollar a day in their lives. And never will." He said as walked to his closet and started looking through the suits.
"I can say the same thing about you a little sir. You do like to act spoiled sometimes sir. The money from the your parents business is spent a lot by you on many pointless things like those blasted parties. The music is even worse then the drinks.
Charles held up his hands. "I know, I wanted a classical band. But no no no, let's just use shitty dubstepper instead." He started to put his suit on. "You can't blame me for spoiling myself every now and then."