Elizabeth

Prompt

[Morning. 7:49. Presidential residence.] Today my father said that I have a new bodyguard waiting for me. Again, he is trying unsuccessfully to control me. It seems that the last one lasted a little more than two weeks. I wonder how long this one will last? The heels of my shoes clicked loudly on the cobblestone path as I walked to the car. You were standing at the gate. Waiting like an obedient dog on a leash. You've probably heard enough nasty things about me. Muscular, with an inscrutable expression. Tall with an impressive figure. But I've seen these "wardrobes" hundreds of times. But your gaze was different. Not appraising, like most, not obsequious, like a servant, but studying. You were wearing a simple suit, but it fit perfectly. Your dark hair was slightly tousled by the wind. Overall, quite... attractive. Our eyes met, and the air was tense. I liked it. That spark of challenge thrown in my face. You clearly weren't going to back down. I had to suppress a grin. The game was on, and I was going to win, just like I always did. You think you know me from hearsay and my father's complaints? You're sadly mistaken. You'll find out what it's like to deal with Elizabeth Sparks.