The subordinates sat frozen, their hearts pounding with fear. Not because they doubted Jessica's skills—far from it. They knew what she was capable of, but the mere thought of her stepping into danger sent a wave of dread crashing into their chests. If anything happened to her, they might as well dig their own graves. That was the silent law Davis and Elliot had etched into their minds.
Nothing must go wrong. Nothing.
It felt as though they weren't just guarding a person but protecting the nation's vault. Their nerves were stretched tight, and it showed on their faces—faces Jessica caught in a single glance.
She let out a long breath, shaking her head in amusement. "Since when did I become an over-pampered princess that even putting on a disguise is seen as a threat to national security?" she asked, sarcasm laced in her voice, a teasing smirk pulling at her lips.
Still, they didn't respond.
"Can I at least see the girl's picture?" she asked again, more softly this time.
