After enduring a grueling ten-hour flight with a layover, Tisha felt like she was falling apart as she checked into the hotel.She sprawled out on the bed, moaning melodramatically, "Jordan, come rub my shoulders, my back, my butt, my legs—everything aches!"Jordan, busy with their luggage, heard he
At the World Trade Building, Jordan, decked out in his sharp bodyguard uniform, and Tisha, rocking her assistant look, were right on Mr. Bailey's heels as they headed into a swanky banquet.Royalty was throwing this shindig, rolling out the red carpet for the big shots from the military and governme
Jordan handed out masks to the pair. "The smoke outside is toxic, get those masks on now."This smoke was not just from any old gunfire.Whatever was mixed in there, they could not figure it out just yet.Tisha stepped past him and headed outside. She took a whiff and her brow creased in an instant.
Blood had been spilled, and now the ravenous wolves, lured by its scent, were closing in from the shadowy woods.Tisha's throat was dry, and her heart raced. She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared, but backing down wasn't an option.Her fingers tightened around the knife's handle."Take Mr
The commander sent a new team to join the search. They scoured the woods from nightfall to the crack of dawn, the military drill nearing its end, and the team was tired of searching. They were convinced Jordan was a goner. Tisha could not shake her worry, and stayed behind to keep looking. Mr. Bail
After changing into fresh clothes, Tisha was back at her post, keeping vigil at the door.She ended up signing her name on more than ten critical condition notices in under two hours. Each time her pen touched the paper, her heart shook with pain.The emergency room lights stayed on for sixteen stra
Jordan had been under the vigilant eyes of the ICU team for three days.Once his vitals stabilized, he was moved to the regular ward.Tisha gazed at him, lying there with his eyes shut tight. "Doctor, it's been four days. Why hasn't he woken up yet?"The doctor shared her frustration. By all account
"Dad, it's just an internship, so the pay's not much to write home about.""C'mon, don't play me for a fool. I've done my homework, and you're pulling in at least a cool twenty or thirty grand a month, more if you're on your A-game! Send some my way. I'm in a bind.""Despite having just sent you mon