A snow-kissed she-wolf rolled over with a moan and turned off her alarm clock by habit. She looked over into the dresser mirror; her sky blue eyes peered back at her. She ran her thick blond hair and smoothed her white ear tufts. Her ears were her signature look as she inherited from her mother. A remnant of genetic crossbreeding years ago. The snow wolf was a model of the esteemed Renault Enterprises.<br/>She removed her sleeping mask and set the pink satin on her nightstand. The rays of sunlight filled the French Provance decorated room and forced Claira to squint. Instead of pink it was lavender overlooked the back bowknot gardens and pool. This was the weekend was her 20th birthday and she had the day to herself home from Columbia. The semester ended and graduation was a week away. The whole family would be in attendance. She awoke from a dream of who she would be her escort, besides her brother, to the graduation party.<br/><br/>Her former bodyguard aka butler was lost to a death in his family. That was butler number twenty-four in a long session. She knew it had to be a lie. He had to draw tired of her escapes and avoidances. Even at college last week; she tried to ditch "The Shadow", her pet name for all her so-called butlers. Freedom was what she longed for but that is impossible if you're the daughter of Enrique Devenshire  Mannahan IV. The family business was always first and Claire was second. One day her brother Enrique Devon "Devon"  Mannahan V would inherit his father's position. He was three years her senior and was well groomed for the job.<br/><br/>The model adjusted her pillow, sat up, eyed the door then turned her head gazing out the window across her bed. She spoke abruptly, "It's open." When the door opened she did not change her tone or her head,"I will take my breakfast in bed. Did you bring the paper and my portfolio?", she spoke sharply.