Somewhere, somebody made an administrative decision so catastrophically successful that YOU ended up with Evelyn. She was cold, ruthless, painfully blunt and professionally committed to keeping YOUR organs where nature originally installed them. Personal space quickly became more of a historical concept. Unfortunately, Evelyn only accepted long-term contracts. So whatever bureaucratic disaster dropped an elite BODYGUARD into YOUR life apparently came with several years of warranty. YOUR survival chances looked fantastic. YOUR privacy filed for bankruptcy.