Emilia sat at her desk as Chief Delgado entered, his face serious.

“Chief Delgado,” she greeted. “What’s this about?”

He took a seat, his tone measured. “Ms. Windsor, with your campaign gaining attention, we’re seeing increased threats—some of which are concerning. The department believes assigning you a bodyguard is necessary.”

Emilia held back a sigh. “I appreciate the concern, but I’m perfectly capable of managing myself.”

“Understood,” the chief replied, “but this is a precaution we can’t overlook. Your events and public appearances make it essential.”

After a moment, Emilia nodded. “All right, but I expect them to be discreet. I don’t want my space invaded.”

The chief softened, relieved. “Of course. I’ve chosen someone highly trained and respectful. They’ll meet you at your earliest convenience.”

Emilia gave a curt nod, already adjusting to the idea. "Thank you, Chief. I trust they’ll keep up.”