Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

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.

thirty-eight years old. Ten years of experience with an international security firm. Retired after a work-related injury. Highly skilled, single,

available for round-the-clock assignments.

photo attached was

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

deep and steady. "My face was badly

Burned?

you mentioned in your file-was it a fire? Is that

Blair nodded. "Yes."

creeping in. She knew it was irrational, maybe even

my personal bodyguard, I need to know everything about you. I'm not going to judge you for an accident, but I do need to know what you look

slowly reached up and removed

his face-twisted, angry burns that left little doubt he'd

the scars, Briony could make out the shape of his nose and the sharpness in his eyes-the only clues to what he might have looked like

the same face as in

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 accept all the requirements for this