Lisa's heart tightened.
It would be a lie if she weren't nervous at all.
She was!
In her eyes, her lady boss had always been the epitome of elegance and composure, more a boardroom queen, a graceful mother and wife than a back-alley fighter. She wore heels, not combat boots.
There was nothing in her demeanor that suggested she was a fighter.
Still, when her lady boss extended her hand patiently and said, "The baton, Lisa..." she had no choice but to give it to her.
With a silent prayer to any higher power willing to listen, Lisa reluctantly handed it over.
'Dear Gods... Whoever Gods are available now... Please, please, make sure my lady boss won't get hurt. Or my big boss Axel will fire me on my first day guarding his wife.'
Evelyn smiled softly as she accepted the weapon, testing its weight with a light swing.
The metal rod gleamed under the chandelier's light.
