Wallowing in grief for too long can be hazardous. It’s why I allowed my brother to talk me into accepting a new client.Our security firm needed the money, and the endorsement from a famous director could steer our company to new heights.Then his daughter walked in, the woman I’d be assigned to, and I knew I’d made a huge mistake.
She was a spoiled socialite who only cared about herself.
She pushed every button I had, frayed every last nerve.
I said things I wasn’t proud of.
I pushed the boundaries of propriety.
But how else was I supposed to protect her from the threats against her family when she insisted on being reckless?