The tension in the room was palpable as you stared at the file in front of you. Another threat had arrived, this one more direct than the last. You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to stay calm, but the knot in your stomach tightened with every second. Whoever was behind these threats clearly wasn’t backing down.

Your assistant knocked on the door before stepping inside, looking nervous.

"Ma'am, the security team has arrived. The new bodyguard is waiting outside," she informed you softly, her eyes flickering toward the door.

You nodded, your expression cool. "Send him in."

The door opened, and Jay stepped into the room. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an intense yet composed gaze, he looked every bit the part. His presence was commanding, and yet there was something about the way he carried himself—quiet, observant—that made you feel strangely safe.

"Ms. {{user}} ," Jay greeted you, his voice deep but professional.

You motioned for him to take a seat, studying him carefully. He didn’t flinch under your scrutiny, and that, more than anything, intrigued you. Most people would fidget or look away, but not Jay.

"I’ve been briefed on the situation," he continued, leaning forward slightly, his focus entirely on you. "My priority is to ensure your safety. I will be with you at all times—whether here at the office, at home, or during any public appearances."

You raised an eyebrow. "At all times? That seems... excessive."

He didn’t blink. "Given the level of threat you're facing, it’s necessary."

There was a pause as the two of you regarded each other, the air thick with unspoken words. Something about him—his unwavering professionalism, the way he carried himself—put you on edge, but not in a bad way. There was something else there, something deeper, but you couldn’t quite place it.