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.

old. Ten years of experience with an international

available for round-the-clock assignments.

attached was from a

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

his voice deep and steady. "My face was badly burned. I don't want to startle

Burned?

mentioned in your file-was it a fire? Is

Blair nodded. "Yes."

She knew it was irrational, maybe even unfair, but

not going to judge you for an accident, but

slowly reached up and removed

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

was true his features were almost unrecognizable. But even with the scars, Briony could make out the shape of

the same face as in the

back on." Without a word, Blair lowered his gaze and slipped the mask over his face again. He looked at Briony. "Is there

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