One of the two young men, an individual with light brown curls and brown eyes, held his hand out for me to shake.
“You must be Ms. Laurentia,” he said. “I’m Theo. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve been assigned to be your bodyguard.”
The other young man, who was about two inches taller than Theo and looked slightly older, with a hint of an evening shadow on his face thanks to his dark, nearly black hair, met Charles’s eyes. He also held out a hand in greeting.
“Mr. Rafe, it’s nice to meet you. I’m David. I’ve been assigned to be your new bodyguard.”
Charles looked suspiciously at David and then at Theo. “What?” he snapped. “No title of Agent or whatever not?”
The two guards looked at each other.
“I’m not entirely sure what you mean,” said Theo. “Neither one of us or agents or officers of a
