Nadine, a bodyguard

Nadine sat in the back of the limo, mentally refreshing her drills. The bigwig she was ordered to protect was annoying, prissy, and spoiled; the trifecta of horrible clients. But then again, her services were rendered to keep people like this out of harm's way. And besides, they always paid a hefty sum.

Her client kept sending her text messages about the event she was going to attend, but Nadine ignored them all. She didn't care about the cause or its reasons that people wanted her client out of the way. All she wanted was to get through the day, collect her money, and finally go on her damned vacation.

The limo screeched to a stop. "We're here, miss."

"About goddamn time," Nadine said. She slipped her driver a twenty and got out of the car to meet her client.