Connor’s POV
I hear deep voices coming from the inside of Harrison’s office as I approach, a dull murmur of men's tones, that cuts off as I lift my hand and knock sharply on the heavy wooden door in front of me.
I've been called to meet with a potential client who is looking for a bodyguard for the next two weeks, it involves travelling to Vegas and the client said that he needed someone who could ingratiate himself into a group and wouldn't draw attention, something that I am well versed in from my previous life. Normally I would turn down a job like this due to Grace, but when I spoke to Wynter about it, she told me to take the position. I argued about Grace and not wanting to push her care on to Wynter, but she just rolled her eyes at me, and said she already had a plan. Half an hour
