Career Milestones

Shayla

The next morning, Chris and I sat at the kitchen table, laptops and files spread out in front of us as we worked through our final decision for security. The boys were already covered—Chris had sent his own trusted security guard with them, someone we knew wouldn't just be a protector but also a mentor of sorts. Chris trusted him completely, and after everything we'd been through, that kind of trust was rare.

"I'm glad the boys have him," I said, glancing over at Chris, who was scrolling through profiles on his laptop. "It gives me peace of mind."

"Me too," Chris agreed, looking up from his screen for a moment. "We trust him more than anyone else. But we still need to get security for ourselves. Four people should cover everything and give them a reasonable rotation, so they have a life outside of work."

I nodded, agreeing completely.