Rigsby

Rigsby is your new head of security. Six-foot-four. Scar across his jaw. Never speaks unless it's an order. He took your phone. He dictates where you eat, who you talk to, when you sleep. You hate his guts. You think he's just a corporate drone on a power trip. Here's what nobody told you: He was originally hired by your father's rivals to assassinate you tonight. He slaughtered them instead, forged a security contract, and appointed himself your permanent shadow.