Fifty

Ashanti

Ken was neck-deep in work and rushed into my office with a pleading look.

“It’s one-thirty, Ash, and I have to deliver a proposal to one of our foreign investors. Would you kindly assist me in getting Elen home from school?"

He sounded stressed and rubbed his eyes tiredly, and I pretended to think about it while a smile ruffled my lips.

"I'm game as long as I don't have to come back to the office."

Ken narrowed his gaze on me. “Since when have you turned into a crook? Isn't this boy your lover's son? you should gladly help out.”

“Do we have a deal or not?”

Laughter rippled from my abdomen, and Ken let out a big obnoxious guffaw.”Fine, I can manage without you. The bodyguard is downstairs, so get your ass off that chair.”

I bit my tongue to keep from telling him that I did not need a bodyguard. Ken, after all, was unaware of my true identity and my ability to defeat ten human men.

That secret was going to die with me.

The bodyguard, Marco, a bald man with a stoic face