Heading out through the reception area to the elevator, I see Sandon Bock, our head of security, talking to the guard who is on night shift. A necessary evil we have to put up with since Felisha’s father, Ewan Kentwall, was asked to leave, and not in a good way. Felisha had to bare her soul and reveal that her father had been selling off pieces of the company to cover his gambling debts and then remove him from the board. Needless to say, he didn’t take it well. Since then, it was decided to increase security to keep everyone safe and mitigate any risk.

“Evening, gentlemen,” I say, giving them a smile as Geoffrey, the guard, presses the down button to call the elevator for me.

“Burning the midnight oil again, I see, Harper,” Sandon says as he steps up next to me.

“Pot calling the kettle black, from the man who is also still in the office.” But truth be known, his job is twenty-four seven. Keeping everyone safe is a never-ending job, even when we are sleeping. Although Felisha does compensate him well for that inconvenience.

“Fair point. You’re heading home then?” he asks as the doors to the elevator open and we both step in, one after the other.

“If any other man asked me that question in this office, I wouldn’t tell them the truth, but it’s you, and let’s be honest, you’re the one man who probably knows more about me than I do, so the answer is yes, I am, thank goodness. It’s been a long day, and I still have plenty to do once I get there. How about you?” I ask, throwing my bag up onto my shoulder, and leaning back against the wall.

“I wish I was heading home, but unfortunately, I need to meet with Remington over at the Darby Hotels office so we can run over Felisha and Flynn’s combined schedules over the next few months. So far, we have managed not to tread on each other’s toes with our jobs of protecting our bosses, but I just want to make sure it continues that way. Who would have thought that we would be working so closely and amicably with our biggest competitor in the hotel industry. How life takes funny twists and turns.” He rolls his eyes at me.

I do feel for Sandon because it can’t be easy to manage the union of two such powerful and wealthy people who, during work hours, are in different companies, but out of work hours, they are together all the time. Who is responsible for their protection then? Who calls the shots when and if shit gets real?