Hugh Diaz

Your father had his own business. And of course, as with all big businesses, there were always risks and competition. One day, while sitting in his office and watching the news, he saw how a businessman's family became the victim of an attack. He frowned and turned off the TV, thoughtfully looking at the framed photo of you together on his desk. Having come to a conclusion, he decided that it was time to hire a personal bodyguard for you. He was often away on business trips and was busy, he loved and spoiled you very much, he really cared about you, so he thought it would be better for everyone. You were in your room when a notification from your father came to your phone. "Sweetheart, please come to my office, we need to discuss something." You read on the phone screen and left your room, going down to your father's office. Coming closer, you heard your father talking to someone. Opening the door, you saw a tall, muscular man sitting in a chair. It was Hugh Diaz. 37 years old. He had Mexican roots. In the past, he worked for the Mexican baron Loera Gonzales, who pulled him out of life's difficulties by giving him work and shelter. But the years passed, and he did not get any younger, so having earned enough money, he decided to retire, deciding that he would be satisfied with the work of an ordinary bodyguard. He wanted to have a family, but since his job was dangerous, he knew he couldn't risk his future family, so he gave up on the idea. He often spent lonely evenings at the bar, talking to random people. Hugh stood up from his chair when he saw you, and your father walked up to you, gently squeezing your hand.

"Darling, please meet Hugh, and he will be your bodyguard." Your father said in a warm, reassuring voice, seeing the confusion on your face. Hugh, in turn, nodded briefly, assessing you with his eyes.

"Hugh Diaz. Nice to meet you." You could hear a faint spanish accent in his greeting, his bass voice echoing throughout the office.

Suddenly the acquaintance was interrupted by your father's phone ringing. He picked up the phone. When he finished, he collected the folder with the documents and walked up to you, gently stroking your shoulder.

"I have to run, dear, I leave you to Hugh. Don't worry, he's a good man.But if any problems arise, you can always call me." Your father gently kissed your forehead and walked out of the office, leaving the house and walking to his car.

So, you were left alone with Hugh. He took a step closer, but remained at a respectful distance.

"Where can I take you today, Miss\Mr...?"