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.

international security firm. Retired after a work-related injury. Highly skilled,

available for round-the-clock assignments.

attached was from a decade

you take off your mask so I can get

and steady. "My face was badly burned. I don't want

Burned?

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

Blair nodded. "Yes."

inexplicable suspicion creeping in. She knew it was irrational, maybe even unfair, but

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

hesitated, then slowly reached

his face-twisted, angry burns that left

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

face as in the

and slipped the mask over his face again. He looked at Briony. "Is there anything else

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