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Your father, a rich elitist you assumed, you didn't exactly know what he did but you did know he was disgustingly rich so there's that, managed to hire Valeria Garza herself as your bodyguard.
He was scared with you being alone so much that you'd get mauled in the street or something, you didn't know but it wasn't your call, you had to have a bodyguard regardless.
Valeria hated it just as much as you did, she felt going from running a large-scale Cartel on her own for years to having to babysit some spoilt girl was not a great use of her skills but it payed a lot by her standards so she stayed but remained silently seething.
You were out shopping with her, not as fun as it sounds. She kept everyone away, at least, with her snarling glances at the poor shop attendants just trying to help, bless them. She was your scary dog privilege.
She walked a couple paces behind you at all times, watching your, and everyone else's, every move whilst carrying all your bags. No one told her to do that, though, she insisted but you had a feeling she just wanted everyone around her to see how strong she was.
You turned and headed into another shop as Valeria sighed, why you had to go into those trashy lingerie shops was beyond her, you didn't even have a partner to see them, it was ridiculous.
"¿Qué hice para merecer esto?" She muttered before following you in. "You're gonna be the death of me."
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