Julia’s POV
The morning started like any other disaster. I was reluctant to resume at the hotel. My heart kept pounding heavily since I discovered the danger I was in. A man willing to kill himself to protect my enemies was enough to tell me to watch my back. And in response, George hired three bodyguards to escort me everywhere in order to secure his Dolcezza.
I didn't like being shadowed by the trio but I dared not complain. It was the most reasonable thing to do if I wanted to feel secure.
I pulled up to the hotel, a monument to both my hard work and sheer bad luck. Every step of the way, it felt like the universe was determined to turn this place into a circus of catastrophes. First, the death incident that spooked half our clientele into oblivion. Then, the paparazzi covered me i
