"Of course sir," Ruth chuckled. "The only reason I was scared of being friends with you was because of the training I had received from my former boss. He did not want any of us being close to him and we had to always be on guard anytime he would show up.
"This made it very difficult to actually talk to him like any other human would. He wanted us to always be on guard as we were there to serve as personal security guards and not friendly dogs as he called it."
Greg chuckled from his seat, pointing to the chairs on the other side of the desk which they both sat on.
"How about we start over?" the heir suggested. "How about you tell me how you both met? Let's start there."
The guards laughed as they started their story with Greg patiently listening to his new friends talk about their old lives.
It turned out they both knew martial arts and they trained under the same master who was harsh to them and never kind.