The car that was waiting for Xavier, Amira and Karima at the airport cost without a shred of doubt a fortune… but what surprised Amira was the presence of bodyguards, six of them. They were clad in smart suits, were all wearing earphones and looked stern and serious.
“What do we need bodyguards for, Xavier?” She asked, genuinely curious and partly intrigued.
He chuckled, and his eyes crinkled with mirth. “One can never be too safe, princesa,” he said as he gestured for her to get in the car. “In Spain, I never go out without at least two bodyguards.” He explained.
“But on our date, I don’t recall seeing anyone,” she argued, a pensive look passing her face as she settled inside the car.
“They tend to blend in well with their surroundings when asked,” he shrugged.
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