Laurence walked out of the fifth store that he thought of, once again empty-handed. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets while a look of disappointment seemed to be permanently etched on the creases in his face. On either side of him were his bodyguards, Duncan and Logan, who were trying their hardest to help the troubled young man with his Christmas shopping as much as they possibly could.
"Why can't I think of anything to get her?" Laurence groaned to the two men. He rubbed his temples and tried to think harder. "I've never had this much trouble getting Cecile a gift before, so why is this Christmas proving to be totally impossible?"
"Maybe you're over-thinking things," Logan offered. "You don't always need to get something fantastic and flashy. Cheryl's usually fine with something as long as it's obviously from the heart. Just go for simplicity, you don't need to wow her."
"But this year I do," Laurence insisted. "She's stayed with me for five years. The only people who've st