Double Detail: One backing up is not enough

Adam Jethro's gotten use to women grabbing his arm on the street, kids asking for autographs, and guys in bars being assholes. He doesn't like fighting, but he can take care of himself when it comes to that. He never made a big deal out of it, but his manager Morton has been pushing him for a while to hire somebody "just in case." Adam doesn't want to disrespect him, so he stalls with deliberate carefulness.
A few weeks after his movie is released, Morton calls. Adam's sitting on his couch watching football highlights, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, drinking coffee with cream in it. (His personal trainer is going to kill him but it's been a long season, he deserves a break.)
"Jethro, where are you?"
"My apartment," Adam replies, a little thrown off. "In New York?"
"Your new body guard is on his way over."
"Sir - "
Morton doesn't even give him a chance to start. "I don't care how big you think your balls are, Jethro. I got a call this morning from Leon Wallace - who is my fucking boss by the way - asking me why I'm letting a three hundred million dollar asset waltz around New York fucking City when there are people with guns who want to kill him. And I said, I don't know, maybe because he's a fucking idiot who thinks he can take care of himself."
Adam debates explaining - I don't need a posse everywhere I go, really - but figures it isn't worth the trouble. He doesn't feel like fighting Morton on this, especially not if Wallace's gotten involved.
"Yes sir," he says, "I have a bodyguard now, and...