The Billionairess' Alpha Bodyguard

y morning, and she usually spent up to twenty minutes just people watching from the seventh floor of her company. But today, her eyes were glazed and unfocused as she twirled the c

input for anything. "I don't know," she answered and flipped a loose strand of her finger over her ears as she twisted the edge of her nail in her hands. "I know for sure that she's the culprit, but without evidence, I can't do anything." Gina's stepmother had been vying for the office she now sat in ever since she could remember, and as soon as her father died, the woman tried to take everything away and leave Gina out of it. But, her father's love was thicker than it seemed at surface level, and everyone was surprised including herself when he left the company in charge of her young hands. At twenty-one and fresh out of business school, she had returned home from business school in Canada to learn of her father's death. She had not even been given proper time to grieve before the task of handling Green's Apparel was placed on her shoulders. Gina remembered with a small shake of her head, how her stepmother had fought against her becoming the CEO but her father's wish had been set gravelly in stone. Now six years later and with several achievements to her name as well as massive growth in the company, the woman decided to go all out and start threatening her life. Gina had resolved to fight for her legacy with everything she had, even if it meant her death. She heard a noise around her and brought her focus to the present, just as her personal assistant started to hit the table lightly again with his hand. She gave him a small frown and he sighed lightly. "Are you alright though? You seem...shaken." Gina barked out a short laugh."Of course, I'm shaken. Who wouldn't be?" She raised her hands above her head and shook them. "My stepmother is after my life, and I don't have any evidence to arrest her, besides this nice handwriting and unknown delivery service," she explained with frustration while she subtly checked the time for her meeting. "Sorry about that," Scott apologized and put a hand on his hip as he leaned over and sat on one of her chairs. She raised a brow but said nothing and neither did he for a second. Normally, Gina would have complained about the fact that he didn't ask for permission, but with Scott, things were a bit different. "I don't want to seem negative or pessimistic, but what if she pushes through with the threat and decided to send assassins after you?" He asked, but she shrugged and pointed at him casually. "That's why I have you." Scott let out a small laugh but stopped when he saw the frown on her face. Shit, his boss was serious. "No offense, but I may not always be around to defend you," he answered and leaned forward, his green eyes shining brightly as an idea formed in his head. I have a suggestion for y