Andrew holds his head high and advances with long, confident strides. He seems to enjoy all the attention they’re receiving.
“Don’t you think it’s great?” he asks with pride.
“No, I don’t think it’s great,” Andrea mutters. “Don’t you know that influential people are likely to be attacked in public places? A person like you must have a lot of enemies, and this shopping center leaves you exposed. Any sniper could get an easy shot at you.”
Andrea knows that an attack is unlikely—the bodyguards are mostly there to prevent her from escaping—but she wants to unsettle Andrew.
“What a joke!” Andrew scoffs. “But I always imagined you wanted to shoot me with a submachine gun instead of a sniper rifle.”
“You’re not wrong,” Andrea snaps back. “Though you don’t have many virtues, at least you know
