Angel narrowed her eyes slightly as she stared at Derrick, parting her lips to speak—but before a single word could escape, her attention was drawn elsewhere.
In the very next moment, she sensed movement nearby. A group of men in sleek, dark suits moved briskly toward their table, their presence quiet but commanding.
Instinctively, she turned her head in their direction, alert. It only took her a second to recognize them—they were her bodyguards. The same ones she had been waiting for all along.
"Ma'am, you need to see this," one of them said urgently, completely ignoring the fact that Angel was in the middle of what appeared to be a private conversation with Derrick.
At first glance, his interruption might have seemed rude, even inappropriate. But Angel had trained them well.
One of the most important things she instilled in the men who worked under her was the ability to assess a situation—not just by appearances but by instinct.
