At ten o'clock that morning, Carey knocked on the door of the Starlight

Entertainment CEO's office.

She stepped inside, leading the candidate for the personal bodyguard position.

"Ms. Kensington, this is Mr. Monroe, here for the bodyguard interview."

Briony looked up from the stack of paperwork in front of her.

The man was tall-so tall that even Carey, who stood around five-foot-seven, seemed petite beside him.

He wore all black: a tracksuit, a baseball cap pulled low, and a surgical mask covering most of his face. Only his eyes were visible, the rest of him hidden away.

Carey handed over the interview file.

Briony glanced down at the papers.

years of experience with an international security firm. Retired after

available for round-the-clock assignments.

attached was from a decade

gaze settling on the man's face. "Could you take off your mask so I can

steady. "My face was badly

Burned?

in your file-was it a fire?

Blair nodded. "Yes."

creeping in. She knew it was irrational, maybe

know everything about you. I'm not going to judge you for

slowly reached

two-thirds of his face-twisted, angry burns

the shape of his nose and the sharpness in his eyes-the only clues to what he might have looked

same face

mask back on." Without a word, Blair lowered his gaze and slipped the mask over his face again. He looked at Briony. "Is there anything else you'd like to know, Ms. Kensington?" She asked, "Are you able to

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