Stella had been working at her table when she’d heard a light knock at her door and after being granted permission to enter, walked in a handsome well-built man with a stoic face who introduced himself as her bodyguard. Stella stood up, looking at him with confusion. Her father was already too careful and her brother practically kept tabs on her wherever she went, now why did she need a body guard. “I can’t believe this!” She muttered to herself and then looked at the man. “I have no requirement of a bodyguard Mr O’Connell. You can kindly inform your employer that I’ve refused your services,” she said as politely as possible even though she was seething with anger.