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    Sandra blinked, intrigued. “A bodyguard? I don’t know… Isn’t that a little over the top? Brenna always has one trailing her, but I figured that’s just because she is gorgeous and creeps hover around her. What else would she even need protecting from?”


    Jordy chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t get it. She’s got a lot more going for her than just good looks.”


    Andres was dropped at a lonely intersection, a good ten miles from the restaurant.


    For a long moment, he slumped against the ground, then finally forced himself onto his feet.


    His phone started buzzing. He retrieved it and snapped, “What is it now?”


    Through the line came Loretta’s broken sobs. “I was just walking, minding my own business, when Miss Harper came out of nowhere and hit me! She left me covered in bruises, and I can hardly move. The doctor says I’ve got to rest. Andres, you have to do something! How can she just attack me like that? That’s so out of line!”


    Andres’ patience faded, and his grudge against Sandra burned hotter.


    Despite his bad mood, he slipped into his practiced charm. “Calm down, baby. I’ll be there soon. You haven’t had dinner yet, right? I’ll bring you something to eat.”


    “I’m starving. You really are the sweetest, Andres.”


    Afterforting Loretta with a few words, Andres ended the call.


    Too ragged to show his face in public, he passed the task to Decker, asking him to deliver food to Loretta’s ce.


    At around ten, Jordy drove Sandra back to the Harper family estate.


    During the ride, Sandra found herself reassessing Brenna. Their lives had crossed in a few ways, but Brenna possessed a sharper mind and far more capability than she had guessed.


    Brenna had ties to the military, though Jordy couldn’t say what position she held or how deep her connections ran. All he revealed was that uniformed officers had attended her birthday celebration. Sandra suspected even he had been kept in the dark.


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    Sandra’s outburst had shaken both Loretta and Andres. For the next few days, they kept to themselves and didn’t cause any more problems for her.


    Sandra began to think she had finally shaken Andres off for good.


    By Friday evening, she finished uploading hertest design drafts to the department head and started for home.


    It was over an hour past regr work hours, and her colleagues had already left. The parking garage was nearly empty, with only a handful of cars left.


    Like always, she made her way toward her vehicle, but a prickle of unease sent her walking faster.


    When her hand touched the door handle, every light above her snapped off.


    Cold fear shot through her chest; she knew she was in danger.


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