Chapter One

Full Summary

Piper is a mistake. She is the result of an one-night-fling of her father and a French woman. She is the heiress of her father's successful company- McLean Co. Her father's real wife has two other children and she is not too happy of the fact that Piper is the heiress, which means she'll go to the extreme to keep Piper out of the way. This requires a full-fledged bodyguard from the Jupiter Society. What happens when the society's leader entrusts his own son to protect the heiress?

Well, almost everyone's been telling me to do plot number two. So here's plot number two. Happy Reading~

Jason

"Will Jason Grace please report to the Head's office?"

Jason sighed. The 'Head' of the Jupiter Society was his own father and he knew why his father wanted him to come.

It was a stupid reason, or at least to Jason it was. Why him—out of 6-7 billion people on earth? Why did he have to be born as the Jupiter Society's leader's son? It wasn't even a society, first of all. The Jupiter Society was just a group of guys who were assigned to bodyguard the important and rich. They bodyguards weren't even called 'bodyguards'- they were called 'guardians'. It should be called the Jupiter Organization or something like that. Yes, that made much more sense as to a 'society'.

Jason stormed out of his cubicle. The Jupiter Society was pretty rich considering they have a whole building to themselves. He walked to the elevator and pushed the up button. The doors opened and he stepped inside. There was an intern already there- what's her name again?- Drew. She was new and was head over heels over the boss' son.

"Good morning, Mr. Grace," Drew greeted flirtatiously, twirling her hair and batting her eyes.

He gave a curt nod. "Hello, Drew."

She smiled. "You're going to the Head's office, am I right?"

"Correct."

"Well, I'm sure he has important matters to discuss with you."

"That is true."

Drew sighed. The ice between them was frosty and frozen. "I have a question, Mr. Grace."

"Yes?"

"Is my mascara okay?" She leaned over, forcing him to stare into her eyes. "Is it?"

"I'm afraid you would have to ask your fellow female colleagues. I'm sorry, I don't know much about makeup."

Drew huffed and the elevator dinged. "Good day to you," she said and stepped out of the elevator.

The doors closed and Jason let out a sigh of relief. The new intern made him nervous and not in a good way. It was more of in a creepy way. The floors continued to go up and soon the elevator gave another ding. The doors opened and he went outside, walking briskly to his father's office.

Jason didn't even bother to knock on the office door. The doors swung open as he stepped inside the large room. He immediately shunned his eyes and looked down at the scene that was right in front of him. His father was kissing the assistant...again. The two parted and the assistant clicked in her five-inch heels out the door.

The Head chuckled nervously. "Jason, you came. Have a seat. Josephine will bring us some refreshments."

Jason obeyed and sat in a comfortably plush chair. "About tomorrow..." he cut to the chase.

"Ah, yes. Tomorrow you will be assigned to Piper McLean, heiress and model."

He frowned. "Model?"

"Mm-hm," he tossed his son a magazine, "this is her recent photo shoot."

Jason glanced at the cover of the magazine which shone a picture of Piper McLean in a rather flamboyant dress. He shook his head gruffly before putting it aside. "Never mind model, just tell me what I should do."

"Er, well, you must protect her. You see, she is the heiress of McLean, Co.- a big corporation. And you must be really protective about her."

"Why?"

"Let's just say that she is on lookout for murder."

"Please explain." At that moment, the door knocked and the assistant entered. She was carrying a golden tray filled with two cups of coffee, a plate of cookies, and a small bowl of fancily shaped strawberries. His father smiled at her as she placed the tray on his desk before walking out.

"Thank you, Josephine," he said and she gave a nod and gently shut the door. He cleared his throat and turned to his son. "Take a cookie."

Jason took a cookie and bit it. "You still haven't explained," he said while chewing.

"She's a, well, accident. Much like you are."

Jason grimaced a bit but motioned his father to continue.

"Sorry about that. Anyway, her stepmother has two other children that are also in line to be heirs. But Piper's in the way. In order for the stepmother's oldest child to become an heir, Piper must be killed."

"And?"

"And her stepmother would very much like that."

"Oh."

"You see, you must put your life on the line for her! Her father and I are friends and that's why I'm choosing my son to guard his daughter. He trusts me very much and I want to put the person I trust the most for his sake. Is that explanation enough?"

"I suppose."

"Very well. You may go now."

Jason got up to leave. Before he opened the door, his father called out, "Tell Josephine to come in when you're out there." Jason only shook his head and slammed the double door entrance/exit. He faced the brunette.

"My father wants you to come in," he said and left.

Jason arrived in his officetel at eleven at night (A/N: Saw this is a Korean drama. Was too cool that I had use it in this story. I know they're only in Korea but let's pretend that they exist in America). He stayed late, training for his new job tomorrow. His dog Tempest came running to his owner, barking in joy.

"I'm back, Tempest," he said and bent over to pet the dog. Tempest was a large Labrador-Retriever that didn't require him to bend down that much. Tempest barked once more before padding away to the smallest bedroom, which was renovated to a full doghouse.

Jason sighed, grabbed a soda, and slumped onto the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV which automatically led him to the news channel. The news anchor was pretty enough, so he decided to continue watching the news.

"Good evening, America. I'm Reyna Ortiz, here's your late night news. Let's start off with some of our economical issues. Karol, please take over." After a few minutes of watching boring explanations of boring economy problems, the cameras went back on Reyna. She smiled brightly and continued, "Thanks, Karol. Now, leaning into some more celebrity stuff, we all know her: Piper McLean." Jason almost spewed out his soda at the familiar name.

"Piper McLean- our fellow role model, magazine model, and heiress. That's why she was famous in the first place, she's the daughter and current heiress of Tristan McLean and his corporation that is now worth billions. Mr. Tristan McLean was also an actor in his younger days- what a busy and famous family. So, Piper's going to inherit the billionaire corporation and everything will be happy, right? Nope.

"In fact, McLean's current wife, Amelia Adams, is not so happy about the fact that Piper is the heiress. She states, 'It is outrageous that he chose the mistake over his legal and loving children. He cheated on me and gives the result the company? That is clearly a load of BS!' So far, there has been fourteen murder attempts, including one that happened just this morning. According to Piper's caretaker, there will be a new bodyguard coming tomorrow. That's your news for today, good night." The TV blacked out and played the news channel's theme.

The soda can clattered on the floor. Fourteen murder attempts? That's...a lot. She really needs to be guarded well. He was going to be her guardian starting tomorrow, meaning that it would be his job to make sure she stayed alive. He blinked drowsily before getting up to go and take a shower.

He let the hot water just run through his hair before he actually started to clean himself up. The shower woke him up slightly and he went to the miniature kitchen to reheat some leftovers.

The spaghetti was lukewarm but he wouldn't complain. The last time he ate was during lunch anyway. After eating, he loaded the plate into the dishwasher.

He fell asleep after preparing for bed, only to be woken at seven by his alarm clock. It felt like he only slept for a few minutes but he still got up and started his day.

"Jason Grace, please report to the Head's office, thank you." The secretary's voice was as nasal as ever. Jason was already in front of his dad's office. He adjusted his necktie nervously and sighed. Today, he would be an official guardian and there was no going back.

Jason pushed the double doors open and again, he found his father making out with the assistant. Josephine pushed herself away and ran out the door as Jupiter cleared his throat. "Good morning, Jason," he greeted his son.

"'Morning, dad," Jason replied flatly.

"You certainly did not need to see that."

"No, I did not."

"Is this is the fifth time?"

"More like three hundredth. Moving on, when am I gonna start the whole guardian business?"

Jupiter smiled. "Now. Here's is your ID. Miss Carrie will give you your needed materials. The private jet should pick you up soon."

Jason's eyes widened. "P-private jet?"

"Yes." He pressed the intercom button. "Drew Tanaka, please report to the Head's Office."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, why is she coming?"

He let go of the button. "Sounds like you don't want her here."

"I don't. But why is she coming?"

"To assist you to the roof."

"Um, can we have someone else do that? Just anybody but her, please."

Jupiter nodded and pressed the intercom button once more. "Drew Tanaka: never mind. You do not need to come to my office."

"Besides, I know how to get to the roof by myself."

He nodded. "Very true. You may leave now."

Jason took his ID card and looked at it. There was a bar code with numbers and the letters SPQR. He looked at his picture which was okay compared to all the other ones he had before. His D.O.B. was also printed onto the ID, indicating that he was twenty-three years old.

He was now on the staircase that led to the roof. He went outside and the sun shone brightly. There was a slight breeze in the air and adjusted his tie again. He tucked the ID into his blazer pocket and waited impatiently for the plane to come.

Jason started to play Fruit Ninja on his phone before he heard the hard and loud whirring in the air. He put away his phone and squinted at the private jet that was coming closer, and along with that, the sound becoming louder.

The plane landed five feet away from him. Out stepped a tall women in her mid-thirties in formal jumpsuit and rimless glasses. Her amber colored hair was tucked into a down ponytail. She clicked in her pointy heels towards Jason.

"Are you Jason?" she asked in a 'no-funny-business' voice.

"Yes."

"ID."

Jason took out the ID and handed it to her. She examined it for a few seconds before tossing it at back to him. "Come inside," she said and walked in the private jet with Jason trailing behind her.

The private jet was comfortable and expensive looking. Jason was impressed with the design and fanciness. He glanced around the whole jet before fixing his gaze on a beautiful girl.

He couldn't believe how pretty this girl was. She was in a sundress that showed how thin she was. He looked in awe at the girl. Seriously, this girl was way too pretty.

"Piper, this is Jason."

Piper smiled, her perfectly shaped lips curved up. "Hello," she greeted simply.

"Hello," Jason replied. He mentally sighed because he felt embarrassed over the fact on how rusty his voice sounded.

The other woman stood up and walked over to Jason. "I don't believe I properly introduced myself. I'm Carrie Ivy but call me Miss Carrie."

So that's Miss Carrie. Jason nodded.

"So, let's get started. Please turn off your phone for safety's sake. I'll lead you to the back and we'll have some...practice. I believe you had some training while you were at the Jupiter Society?" She sounded unsure when she said the word, 'practice.'

Jason nodded once more, reached into his pocket and turned off his phone. Miss Carrie gestured for him to follow her, which he did. Piper eyed him nervously as he walked to the back, her multicolored eyes shining an emotion- what was it? Fear? Hope?

Whatever it was, it made Jason uncomfortable. It only made him more uncomfortable when he was out of Piper's sight and the first thing Miss Carrie did was toss him a gun.

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