Mira's jaw dropped. "A dozen bodyguards?!"
The men immediately stood straight, alert.
"Good morning, Young Mistress!" The synchronized greeting nearly made her jump out of her skin.
"Why are there so many of you?" she asked, pointing at them one by one. "Am I going to war?"
The men exchanged glances. "No, Young Mistress."
"Then?"
"For your safety."
"My safety from what? Wild animals? Aliens? Assassins?"
Nobody answered.
Mira slowly turned toward Paul.
"...Leo hired all these people for me?"
Paul cleared his throat. "Actually, these are only the daytime team."
Mira blinked. "What?... "There is a night shift too."
"What the H***"
The bodyguards collectively looked offended.
"Young Master is very reasonable."
"Reasonable?" Mira pointed toward the twelve giant men standing behind her. "This looks like the security detail of a president!"
Paul coughed. "Actually..."
Mira narrowed her eyes. "Paul."
"Yes, Miss?"
"Actually what?"
Paul suddenly found the ceiling extremely interesting.
Sara covered her face.
Mira's eyes widened.
"Oh my god."
She pointed accusingly.
"Leo has more guards than a president, doesn't he?"
"No miss, the main forces are left for you."
"Huh??" She pressed her hands on her head.
"You people are impossible."
One of the younger guards suddenly stepped forward.
"Young Mistress, should we prepare the convoy?"
"Convoy?"
"Yes."
"What convoy?"
"The vehicles."
"Vehicles?"
The guard pointed outside.
Mira walked to the entrance and looked through the glass doors. Her soul nearly left her body.
Five black luxury SUVs were lined up outside. Each one looked bulletproof.
Several guards were already standing beside them with earpieces.
Mira slowly turned around.
"Tell me that's not for me."
Nobody spoke.
"Paul."
"Yes, Miss?"
"Tell me."
Paul smiled awkwardly.
"Young Master instructed that if you ever leave the villa, Security Protocol One must be followed."
"What is Security Protocol One?"
Paul took out a small notebook.
Mira stared.
"You have a notebook?"
"Yes."
"There's an actual protocol? "
"Several, Miss and young master specially prepared it just for you"
Mira suddenly regretted asking.
Paul opened the notebook.
"Security Protocol One: Two lead vehicles, one primary vehicle carrying Young Mistress, two trailing vehicles—"
"STOP."
Paul stopped.
Mira covered her face.
"This is unbelievable. I am just going to his office to deliver a cake." Mira was shocked and embarrassed thinking about her entrance.