Two months.
That was how long Sylvie had endured Ryan Finley shadowing her. Sixty one days of clipped and annoying commands. Eight whole weeks of his icy gray eyes evaluating her every move with. She felt like she was losing her mind.
Ryan followed her everywhere she went. The café, boutique, every charity gala and corporate dinner, every walk to her car.
He existed in silence, with his black clothes and unreadable expression and he never spoke unless it was about protocol. He never smiled too. Today was no different.
Sylvie stepped out of a luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue, an oversized sunglasses perched on her head, shopping bags dangling from both hands. Ryan stood beside the entrance before she even noticed him move, his gaze sweeping the street.
"That is not the exit I was supposed to come out from." Sylvie snapped.
"That exit was too exposed." he replied simply. "This angle gives better visibility."
"Visibility for who? You? Because I don’t recall asking for surveillance." she said walking to her car.
Ryan didn’t respond. He opened the car door. Sylvie didn’t move.
"You know," she said, "for someone who’s supposed to be protecting me, you seem very determined to ruin my day."
"No," Ryan said. "I’m preventing opportunities for someone else to ruin it.
He didn’t even bother looking at her as he added, "Get in the car, Miss Wilfred."
"I am not a mission."
"No," he said. "You are a high-target individual with poor impulse control."
Her jaw dropped. "What did you just...?"
"Car. Now."
Sylvie stomped into the car so hard the vehicle rocked. Ryan closed the door calmly behind her.
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Attempt 7: Operation Ditch Ryan
That night, she tried ditching him again. Her plan was flawless, at least that was what she thought.
She waited until he turned to answer a call from her father’s head of security, then snuck out through the kitchen garden, climbed over the smaller stone wall, and slipped into the alley behind the mansion barefoot so her heels wouldn’t click.
She smirked to herself, whispering, "Checkmate."
She made it all the way to the side gate and reached for the lock. Then a shadow fell over her.
She froze. Ryan stood there with his arms crossed and a deadpan expression.
"How... how did you get here before me?" Sylvie demanded.
Ryan offered the faintest tilt of his head. "Protocol."
"That’s not an answer!"
"You used the garden exit. You always try the garden exit."
"I do not!"
"You’ve attempted it six times." he replied.
Sylvie scoffed. "You keep count?!"
"Yes."
He stepped aside and opened the gate for her to go back inside the mansion to get her car.
"Let’s go. We'll go to wherever you are going together."
"Ughh, you are unbelievable." Sylvie hissed, marching past him.
Ryan followed silently behind her, not even breathing loud enough to satisfy her need to be annoyed.
"You know," she said over her shoulder, "normal bodyguards don’t treat their clients like this"
"I’m not a normal bodyguard."
"You can say that again."
"I’m not a normal bodyguard."
"I DIDN’T MEAN... Ugh... forget it!"
He didn't say anything else. He always said nothing when she was trying to ignite him which only infuriated her more.
The next morning, Sylvie stormed into the foyer with her handbag slung over her shoulder. Ryan was already waiting by the door with a straight posture.
He didn’t need to ask where she was going. She never told him.
"Can I just be alone today?" she asked.
"No" he replied flatly.
"Why are you like this?"
"I’m not your friend, Miss Wilfred. I’m not here to impress you or argue with you. I’m here to keep you safe."
"And I’m here to live my life without a six-foot freezer following me everywhere!"
Ryan lifted an eyebrow, unfazed. "Then stop trying to get kidnapped."
Sylvie’s eyes widened. "Wow. You really know how to charm a girl."
"Protocol requires honesty." he replied.
"Protocol requires you to have a personality!"
Ryan blinked slowly.
"No," he said flatly. "Personality is a distraction."
Sylvie threw her hands up. "I can’t do this! I cannot do this with you for another day."
"You don’t have a choice."
"Watch me."
She turned on her heel and began running toward her car.
Ryan stepped in front of the door before she even reached the handle.
"Move." He requested.
"No" she replied stubbornly.
"I could call you father"
Sylvie’s voice was almost a whisper. “You’re evil.”
"No," Ryan corrected. "I’m efficient."
She shoved past him and stomped toward the living room, deciding not go out again while muttering curses under her breath.
Ryan followed.
Hours later, the house finally quieted. The tension between them lingered, but exhaustion eventually dragged Sylvie into a calmer mood.
She walked downstairs for water.
As she approached her father’s office, she heard murmurs through the slightly open door. Cole Wilfred never murmured, he only lowered his voice when something was very, very wrong. Sylvie paused.
Her father whispered sharply into the phone.
"Yes… yes, I already told you. It wasn’t an accident. Someone sabotaged the expansion deal. Sabotaged us. They’re pushing, and they know exactly where to strike."
Sylvie’s eyes widened.
Sabotage?
