CHAPTER EIGHT
When William walked out of Maylene’s and headed to his Jetta, Maximus Bluff, the chief of security for his entire corporation, was leaning against the driver side door with his big arms folded.
William couldn’t believe it. “Didn’t I tell you and Bobby that I decide when I will or will not have security around me? ”
“Nobody knew where you were, sir.”
“Bullshit! Sloane knew. I told her so.”
“Okay, we knew you were going to drive. But we just wanted to make sure that you’re okay.”
“As you can see I’m absolutely okay.”
“And.”
“And what?”
“And to escort you into Chicago.”
William shook his head and pointed at Max. “Your ass work for me. You do realize that, don’t you?”
“Absolutely sir.”
“Then what’s your problem?”
Max didn’t want to go there, but he knew he had to. “Last year, sir,” he said. “We feel we failed you. We can’t let that happen again.”
William stared at the man that had been his security chief for over a decade. And he exhaled. William lost his daughter that day, but Max lost an entire detail that day. It was hell for him too. “They’d better keep their distance from me,” William ordered.
“They will, sir,” Max said with relief as he opened the door for his boss and William got in and drove away.
Max motioned to one of two security cars further back in that parking lot, and they took off behind William. The second car picked up Max, and then that car followed the boss on in too.