Briony was quite satisfied with ir.


    ...


    A weekter, Briony traveled to Andersville on business.


    Since she was bringing Carey, Lawyer Hughes, and ir along, Briony simply arranged for a private flight.


    Among Stewart''s assets was a private jet.


    On the day of departure, ir showed upte.


    It was the first time he''d beente since he started working for her.


    Briony nced at him. "Why are youte?"


    ir kept his head down, a baseball cap pulled so low it nearly hid his eyes. His voice was quiet and rough. "Sorry."


    Briony caught something off in his tone.


    "Are you sick?"


    He hesitated for a few seconds before answering, "Had some grilled meatst night. Didn''t sit well with me."


    Briony fell silent.


    She wasn''t a harsh boss, but that didn''t mean she had no principles.


    A personal bodyguard was supposed to be ready for any emergency. If ir couldn''t be counted on to show up at a moment''s notice, then there was no point in having a bodyguard at all.


    She said, "Don''t bete again. If you can''t guarantee you''ll always be avable, I''ll have to make it a rule that you stay by my side twenty-four hours a day."


    ir nodded. "Understood."


    On the ne, Briony and Carey sat together.


    ir took a seat next to Lawyer Hughes.


    Lawyer Hughes eyed ir curiously. "Why are you bundled up like that?"


    "Got an injury on my face."


    "What kind?" Hughes, suddenly dramatic, asked, "A knife scar?"


    "Burn," ir replied tly.


    Hughes paused. "Oh, burns are rough, man. You''ve been through a lot." ir nced at him but said nothing.


    Hughes thought ir seemed cold, with an oddly intimidating presence.


    But then again, he figured, that''s probably par for the course if you''re a bodyguard.


    The flightsted four hours. For the first hour, Briony and Carey went over some work details.


    The remaining three hours, Briony was fast asleep.


    She slept deeply, but in a haze, she felt as though someone was watching her.


    When the nended and everyone filed out of the cabin, Briony rubbed her stiff neck and turned to Carey.


    "Didn''t sleep well. I think I dreamed I


    that someone was staring at me the whole time."


    Carey shuddered. "That sounds creepy. Was it a pair of resentful eyes, maybe even crying blood?"


    Briony shot her a look. "Young people these days watch too many horror movies. It''s not good for your mental health."


    "...Right," Carey said sheepishly.


    ir and Lawyer Hughes walked behind them, catching snippets of their lighthearted banter.


    Lawyer Hughesmented, "Ms. Kensington is always so approachable with us. She''s a great boss-don''t you think, ir?"


    ir looked at Briony''s slender


    silhouette ahead, his eyes hidden in the shadow


    of his cap, met


    unreadable. "Yes. She''s good."


    "She really is," Hughes continued. "And the sry she''s offered you is nothing to sneeze at! You''vended yourself a fantastic job-take care of Ms. Kensington and you''ll be the hero of everyone on the payroll!"


    ir nced sideways at Hughes. "I''ll protect her," he said quietly. "No matter what."


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