Goddamn, she was gorgeous. I could spend all day watching her eyes dart back and forth, dancing in rhythm with her thoughts. The wig, however, was a calamity. Maybe Ophelia dropped it on her head before I arrived? These types of assignments usually went one of two ways: the client would either be stodgy and distant, or they would get comfortable enough to be around me—without all the hair and makeup. I always preferred the latter. Providing protection was a rather personal business. Distance made my job harder.
