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.

available for round-the-clock assignments.

photo attached was from a decade

up, her gaze settling on the man's face. "Could you take off your

and steady. "My face

Burned?

it a

Blair nodded. "Yes."

knew it was irrational,

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

reached up and removed

of his face-twisted, angry burns that left little doubt

But even with the scars, Briony could make out the shape of his nose and the sharpness in his eyes-the only clues to what he

same face

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

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