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.

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

available for round-the-clock assignments.

was from a

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

man met her eyes, his voice deep and steady. "My face was badly burned.

Burned?

it a fire? Is that why your

Blair nodded. "Yes."

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

bodyguard, I need to know everything about you. I'm not going to judge you for an

slowly reached up

burns that left

Briony could make out the shape of his nose and the sharpness in his eyes-the

face as in

moment. "You can put your 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

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