Pilot

Wednesday 11th January 2023

3:00pm ....

Jenna emerged from the grand entrance of the charity event hall with her father and mother, they were greeted by a chaotic swarm of flashing cameras and eager reporters. The atmosphere crackled with excitement as the media eagerly vied for the perfect shot of the picture-perfect family.

They were literally the society's standard for a perfect and loving family.

Jenna's father, Franco Thatcher, with his tailored suit and confident smile, played his part effortlessly. He extended his hand to the reporters, engaging in polite conversation and sharing a well-rehearsed charm. Standing beside him, Jenna's mother, Elizabeth, exuded elegance and grace, her warm smile captivating everyone around her. The cameras adored her as she graciously waved, acknowledging the public's admiration.

And then there was Jenna, the only child of the Thatcher family. With her radiant smile and sparkling eyes, she seemed to bask in the limelight, giving off an air of genuine enthusiasm. She skillfully maneuvered through the chaos, playing the role of the loving daughter and daddy's girl with ease. She leaned into her father's side, her smile beaming as she waved to the onlookers.

As the flashing lights began to dim, the family made their way towards the sleek black limousine waiting at the curb.

Jenna's heart pounded as the limousine door closed behind her, enclosing her in a cocoon of privacy. The muffled sound of the paparazzi's shouts and camera clicks barely reached her ears, but the weight of their scrutiny still lingered in the air. The harsh glare of the camera flashes had temporarily blinded her, but she had smiled and waved, as expected.

Franco's face darkened, his carefully crafted facade faltering as soon as the limousine doors closed behind them.

"What the hell did you think you were doing in there?!" he exploded, his voice filled with a mix of anger and frustration. Jenna's heart skipped a beat, her father's sudden outburst almost catching her off guard.

"I don't know what you're talking about Dad," she replied stubbornly looking away from him, defiance swirling within her.

She knew exactly what he was talking about, but still decided to play dumb.

"Oh please! Don't try that with me today Jenna!" He snapped.

His face contorted with rage, his brows furrowing as he unleashed his pent-up frustrations. He had being hoping to have a one on one conversation with the president today but he didn't get the chance, but then his daughter got the chance to talk to the president son and she messed it up!

"You embarrassed me in front of the president's son, Jenna!"

" I've been trying to foster a relationship with him for so long, and you couldn't even bother to exchange a few polite words!"

Jenna's defiance burned brighter within her, fueling her determination to stand her ground. She crossed her arms, her voice cutting through the tense air. 

"I don't like him Dad, and I wasn't going to play pretend," she retorted,

"He's just another entitled rich kid who thinks he can get whatever he wants."

Franco's face reddened, his anger deepening. "That 'entitled rich kid' happens to be the son of the President," he seethed. 

"I was trying to build connections, to secure a future for our family!"

"I really don't care!"

"Calm down Jenna, please listen to your father," her mom said calmly from where she was seated watching their drama.

"Stay out of this Eliza!"

"Don't tell me that mom!" They replied simultaneously.

"You've always tried to mould me into something I'm not!"

 "Don't you understand that, I have my own aspirations, my own dreams."

"You forcefully made me take up the business even when I clearly told you I wanted to be a fashion designer!"

"I'm old enough dad! I won't let you dish out orders on how to live my life again!"

Her words struck a nerve, fueling her father's rage even further. 

"You think you know better, don't you? You're just a naive child, incapable of understanding the sacrifices I've made for you!" He said and she scoffed facing the other way.

"Sacrifice you made ?! Or sacrifice I have had to make for the family all my life!" She retorted 

"Jenna!" Her mom called in caution.

"I'm tired of being controlled, Mom," she said her voice breaking as she turned to her Mom.

"First he tried to force me to get a body guard and now he's trying dictate who I'm friends with?!" She added angrily. 

"You don't understand, Jenna," she said softly. 

"This is bigger than you. Bigger than us. We have a reputation to uphold, a legacy to protect." She said as she place her hands on her thigh

Jenna shook her head, her voice now more steady. 

" At what cost, Mom? At the cost of my own happiness?"

"Happiness is overrated!" Her Dad snapped.

"And yes! You definitely are getting a bodyguard, that's not even up for debate!"

"I just haven't found the perfect person, once I do, you have no choice!"

"You're joking Dad!"

"I can't continue to live in your shadow, to pretend that everything is perfect when it's not." She retorted, but he didn't say anything after that.

Silence enveloped the car, punctuated only by their heavy breathing. The weight of their disagreement hung between them, a wall of unspoken emotions.

The limousine seemed to tremble with the intensity of their emotions, the silence becoming a battleground for their clash of wills. Jenna's words hung in the air, lingering between them like an unspoken challenge.

 They both knew, deep down, that this disagreement was far from resolved, and the echoes of their heated argument would linger, their consequences yet to be fully realized.

Later that Day ....

At a Bar...

*"I'm old enough dad! I won't let you dish out orders on how to live my life again!"*

*"I'm tired of being controlled, Mom,"*

Jenna's words replayed in Franco's head as he took a shot of alcohol.

He stared into his shot glass, the amber liquid swirling, mirroring the turmoil in his mind.

As Franco swirled the burning liquid in his glass, Jenna's defiant words continued to echo in his mind. The weight of their argument burdened him, and his heart ached with anger. He downed another shot, hoping the alcohol would numb his anger, but instead, it fueled his thoughts even more.

Lost in his thoughts, Franco barely noticed the commotion that suddenly erupted within the bar. A burst of chaos tore his attention away from his internal turmoil, and he slowly turned to where the noise was coming from.

A man, his face hidden beneath a hoodie, darted through the crowd, clutching a woman's purse in his hand.

"Ugghh! My issues with these local bars!" He hissed frustratingly as he turned fully to see how the situation would unfold.

Amidst the chaos, a stranger stood up from his table with fluid speed, he was tall and imposing, his physique hinting at a lifetime of physical training. Clad in a simple yet well-fitted polo and pant trousers, he exuded an air of quiet confidence. Without hesitation, he sprang into action, swiftly intercepting the thief's path.

Franco's eyes widened in awe as he witnessed his incredible skill. It was as if his movements were choreographed, a dance of precision and grace. In a matter of seconds, he disarmed the thief, restraining him with expertly applied holds. The bar erupted in applause and sigh of relief, grateful for the swift intervention.

As Franco watched the scene unfold, a flicker of admiration sparked within him. Although he maintained his poise and finesse, he couldn't help but want to meet this guy, he would make the perfect bodyguard for his daughter.

As the bar settled down, the mysterious hero walked back toward his seat, and he caught Franco's eye on him.

Sensing Franco's admiration, he was sure that he had caught his attention, he nodded very slightly, one that was difficult to see, in acknowledgment, a slight smile playing on his lips.

****

"Toluwanimi!"

"What?! How do I pronounce that?!" Franco asked and he smiled.

"Call me Nimi," The mysterious bar hero said as he stretched his hands out to Franco.

"I earnestly look forward to protecting your daughter!" He said with a wide smile that touched his eyes as Franco took his hand.