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Hollywood Hills, California
STEFAN GUIDED PENELOPE and Elena through the secured area of the Los Angeles airport. The SUV he’d arranged was idling by the curb at LAX. He scanned the area, spying a couple of photographers with long-lens cameras, but he saw no one who looked like they might want to cause Penelope harm. As long as they kept their distance, they could take photos, but his job was to ensure her safety.
“This way, ladies,” he said, as one of his employees, Josh, led them to the SUV.
Leaning toward him and touching his arm, Penelope paused. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”
Her hand rested a little too long on his arm, but he made no movement. “I’ll have one of our female bodyguards take over as soon as I have one available,” he replied, maintaining his compo
