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Station.
    Trenton quickly pulled out forcing his way in front of two cab drivers, but by the time he made it over the two blocks to the city station she was gone.
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    CHAPTER TWO
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    TWO WEEKS LATER
    “Now Trenton I expect you to take good care of her. I don’t want any of your tom-foolery boys watching her. I expect your best men assigned for this weekend, especially with the room for your men being attached to hers.” Amelia was on the phone ranting on him over this weekend. She had always been particular about which of his bodyguards were assigned for certain events. Some were for the house, some for business and others best suited for events. But this weekend her star writer was on her own without Amelia to guard over her investment like she usually was, so now she was calling from France taking micro managing to a new level.
    “She’ll be in good hands, Amelia. I promise.” Trenton gave her his usual level assured tone. He’d learned when he first started up the business of personal security to just let the client rant and not get worked up over the antics. Clients especially bossy ones just liked to yell a lot. And he never gave up his self control.
    “It better not be that Simon character that boy never keeps his dick in his pants. I mean it Trenton. That poor girl is afraid of her own shadow, you can’t put any of your light weights with her, they’ll go lose with their tongues in that kind of atmosphere and insult her with their vulgarity or try to come on to her themselves.”
    “Amelia I got Diesel on it. I told you I got her in good hands.”
    “Diesel huh?” He knew that would satisfy her. Diesel wasn’t just one of his men he was a partner and stepped in only on special assignments since he had abusiness of his own to run with the gun shop and shooting range . “Okay who else?” Amelia cooled on the other end.
    Trenton scratched his head a moment, “I haven’t decided, maybe William.” He lied about it being William. He had every intention of doing the job himself, he just wasn’t ready to tell her that. “So how’s Ramos? He taking good care of you?”
    “Ramos is just fine. Dammit Trenton, don’t change the subject. Now is Diesel on his way to pick her up? It won’t be good for her to be late on the red carpet entry.”
    “We’re waiting for her to come to the office.”
    “To you? What the hell kind of escort service are you running here Trenton?” He could tell she was beyond displeased now. It was after all customary for him to pick up his charge.
    “Amelia I can’t go picking up a woman who won’t tell me where she lives. You wanna tell me? I’ll gladly see to it myself.”
    He heard the tight huff on the other end of the line, “I don’t know where she lives. She always comes to the office to pick up her royalty checks.”
    Trenton stilled, usually something like that pointed to unfavorable habits. “What do you know about this woman Amelia?”
    “I know she use to date one of the popular models — and he did something to her. She’s been hiding and running scared ever since. And don’t go asking any more questions to which I have no answer to. Just find my writer and get her to the event safely.”
    “I’m on it.” He grinned, using Amelia's own words to justify putting himself on the job.
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    Katianna was on the train heading for the hotel. She could feel the eyes of the man sitting across from her and she tugged at her bone colored London Fog look-a-like silk coat tighter over her legs feeling increasingly vulnerable and naked underneath. Amelia had said arrive dressed sexy, but she no longer had any sexy clothes, not many anyways. She had to leave most of them behind when Garrett