The next day, I stood in the CEO's office on the top-floor of Jackson Group, covered in bruises and with the corner of my mouth split. Tina sat behind the broad desk, calmly examining me. "I sent my last security chief into prison for stealing the company's trade secrets," she said, her voice cool and emotionless. "So, I need someone more reliable." "I can do it," I answered. My voice was hoarse because my throat was sore, but my eyes were steady. She did not seem surprised by my answer. She pushed a new contract in front of me, with the words "Chief Security Consultant" stamped in gold on the cover. "The title stays the same," she said, "but your real job is to serve as my personal bodyguard. You will be present at every event I attend. Can you do that?" I looked into her sharp eyes and nodded firmly. "Yes." From then on, I became Tina's bodyguard. As her chief security consultant and personal bodyguard, I accompanied her to all kinds of business receptions and tense neg
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