[ WP ] You are part of an Elite Bodyguard team hired to protect a wealthy business mogul from an assassination . But the longer you listen this person business practices and plans for the future you find yourself wanting to help with with the assassination rather than prevent it .

“ See you tonight, love. ” She gives me a kiss as I rush out the door with my briefcase in one hand and breakfast - an orange - in the other. 
 
 I can not under any circumstances afford to be late to work, but I also know how important it is for Steph to give me her superstition-driven goodbye in the morning, so I waited for her to get out of the shower. Knowing how dangerous my job is, especially as of late, she refuses to let me leave the house without saying those exact words: “ See you tonight, love. ” She truly believes that if she does n't say this to me before I walk out the door, I really won ’ t be coming back. I suppose it works for us; her superstitious quirks really balance out my cynicism. 
 
 Of course I feel bad that I ’ m causing her all this worry, but I ’ ve been working as Martin Gregory ’ s bodyguard for years now. In fact, I was his original bodyguard, back when he was a mere multimillionaire. I was around when he was just a geeky programmer at a lousy start-up. I probably know him better than any of his ex-wives do. Of course he ’ s accrued a bit more wealth since then. Thirty bodyguards, twenty billion dollars, and one assassination threat later, we have arrived at our current predicament. 
 
 Work has been incredibly hectic since I, head of security, have to manage thirty other bodyguards as we desperately try to get to the bottom of this assassination threat. At first, we did n't take the threat seriously at all. Martin can be a bit of a loudmouth, and has definitely ruffled a few feathers in his ascent to the billionaire world. To be honest, he receives more threats on his life than I can really keep track of. The reason we have been taking this particular one so seriously is how persistent the anonymous person or institution behind it has been. 
 
 Relentlessly, they have been sending letters taunting the bodyguard team, exactly detailing where Martin will be at any given time. Somehow, they're usually right. But no one has actually acted on this until yesterday. Martin was giving a speech at the Pentagon - the Pentagon of all places - when a shot was fired from the crowd. The person responsible was unable to be found. Now, the shot was very obviously not aimed at anyone or anything; it went straight into the ceiling. But we got a letter afterwards telling us that that shot was essentially a warning shot. And if the assassin can figure out how to get an unauthorized weapon into the literal headquarters of defense, then how are we supposed to be able to defend Martin from this person? 
 
 Here ’ s what troubled me the most about that assassination attempt. I had put myself in dangerous situations for Martin ’ s sake in the past, and every single time, in the heat of the moment, I knew at my core that I would quite literally take a bullet for Martin. But this time in the Pentagon, when I heard the gunshot, before I knew what exactly was happening, I made no move to protect Martin. Of course, I immediately thrust into action, getting my guys moving, looking for a target, everything I ’ m supposed to do as head of security. But I really thought I would be the kind to physically throw myself in front of Martin if it came down to it. In fact - and I hate to admit this - but in the split second where I just heard the gunshot, before I even reacted or knew what was happening, I swear a part of me felt almost…relieved. 
 
 Martin is my best friend, and I know that deep down at his core he's a good man. The problem is that lately that core is deeper and deeper down. Sometimes I ’ m not even sure that this Martin is truly the same person he once was. Our list of top suspects in the assassination is tribute enough to what kind of person Martin has become. Our top three suspects are as follows: 
 
 Suspect 1: someone sent from Elongate, a company whose core algorithm Martin was able to legally steal. He tricked their top engineers into sitting down in a meeting with him and he feigned genuine interest in their model. Not used to people being so excited about the technicalities of the programming of an app, the engineers happily explained their complex algorithm to him, essentially handing it to him on a silver platter. He used it to build the app that Elongate was in the process of building, putting them entirely out of business. 
 
 Suspect 2: Anonymous, the famous group of hacker activists. Martin hates bad press. So, there is a simple solution for a multibillionaire with plenty of tech-savvy people working for him: hide bad press. Martin hired a team of people to make negative content about himself nearly impossible to find online. Of course, this is not something that Anonymous was happy about when they found out, so they ’ ve been giving us trouble for a while now. 
 
 Suspect 3: Ricky Woods, a brilliant man and another rising name in the industry who Martin happens to be blackmailing. A while ago, Ricky launched an app, essentially all on his own, that is projected to be one of the most successful apps in the history of the tech business. Unfortunately, though everyone was excited about the app, only a handful began actually using it once it was released, mostly because the user interface was not as easy to interact with as it could ’ ve been. Now, this is an easy fix for someone like Ricky, but his problem was that he needed to reach a certain number of users to receive more funding and continue improving upon his initial product. Long story short, Ricky ends up paying a number of people to use the app, and somehow Martin found out. Rather than be outed by Martin and have his name destroyed forever among the tech community, Ricky has just been giving Martin all the secrets of his app, the exact reasons it is projected to be so successful. Martin has been implementing these revolutionary techniques under his own name. Of course, no one but me knows the details of this particular one, since, naturally, Martin does n't like to advertise to just anyone the particulars of who he blackmails. 
 
 Thus, given the circumstances, it is obvious why I am extremely on edge as we enter the conference room for Martin to give a press release addressing the assassination attempt. I take my place at Martin ’ s right side on the stage, with a view of all the faces in the crowd. There ’ s tech junkies there, tons of media people, and a group of people who I know are being paid to be there and show undying support for Martin. There ’ s probably also a group of protestors somewhere, but usually its easy to keep them outside. 
 
 Martin is halfway through his speech when suddenly I see a face I recognize. All the hairs on my body stand straight up, because I know what ’ s about to transpire here. Ricky Woods emerges from the crowd slightly, nonchalantly looking around. Of course, to anyone else, Ricky ’ s presence looks completely normal. Why wouldn ’ t a rising tech star be at this conference about an assassination which has been taking over the lives of anyone in the tech world? Unfortunately, I was the only one outside of Martin and Ricky themselves who knew the entire backstory. Martin was too into his speech to be looking for Ricky in the crowd; besides, that ’ s quite literally my job, and Martin trusts me to do a good job. 
 
 I am just about ready to jump into action and get my men on this guy, when all of a sudden Ricky looks straight at me. Not at Martin, not at any of the other body guards, but me. And in that moment, I could see all the hurt in Ricky ’ s eyes, all the pain and frustration Martin had caused him. And in him, I could see all the others that Martin had fucked over in his climb to the top. Ricky was their liberator. He wasn ’ t doing this just for him, but for the good of the industry and all the little guys in it. To fight for them, he was gon na have to take out the big guy. And I knew Ricky was smart enough and laid low enough to get away with it. Maybe he just needed a little help. 
 
 Never breaking eye contact with Ricky, I begin talking into my earpiece, communicating to all my men at once that I have seen a man I know to be associated with Elongate at the south entrance of the room, the side opposite Ricky. Suddenly everyone in the room has their attention focused there, and I watch Ricky take one, perfect shot and merely walk out of the room in the ensuing chaos. 
 
 Now, there ’ s one more important detail that no one but me knew at the time. Martin had left nearly his entire 20 billion dollar fortune to his best friend, the man who also happened to be his head of security.
