Frank Farmer watched her from the corner of the room. He’d been tracking the sound before the glass hit the floor—a brick wrapped in a threatening note. His new client didn't flinch. She didn't run to the corner. She just stood there, a queen on a battlefield.
She didn’t scream when the glass shattered. That was the first thing he noticed. Rachel Marron, the woman with the voice that could crack stadium lights, simply stopped mid-sentence, turned her head toward the broken window, and placed her champagne glass down with a steady hand. the bodyguard film songs
“It is,” he said. “The moment I care more about you than the job, I become the liability.” Frank Farmer watched her from the corner of the room