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escort the couple to dinner with a client, and would then stay with them in their home the remainder of the weekend before escorting Demérs to a business meeting with that same client on Monday morning.
    Their home , Daniel mentally sighed to himself. That was how it had been phrased in the briefing. It had struck Daniel as more odd than hurtful when he had first considered the thought of Jordan being engaged to the man who had ripped her away from him less than a year ago. He had grown into a different man in that short period of time, and he had learned to love another woman before she too was torn away from him after being killed while on an assignment. Still, there was an aspect of Jordan’s engagement that generated a primal sense of defeat within him.
    The aspect of the engagement that had hurt him was that Jordan hadn’t even thought it important enough to at least tell Daniel that she was getting married. Maybe it was her way of getting back at him for not calling her when he made the final decision to join Elite—or at all since moving into the complex. If that were the case he would have a hard time arguing against her rationale. Regardless, she was in for a big surprise the moment her fiancé’s weekend body guard came strutting through their front door.
    Richfield had bought Daniel two new suits for the occasion. Apparently Demérs felt the way a man dressed was an important statement on his character, and he expected all those he associated himself with to dress with the same level of elegance and class as he did.
    Richfield had arranged for a tailor to come to the complex for a fitting a few days before Daniel was to begin his assignment. Daniel had never been able to afford a custom fitted suit before, but he had to admit that he looked pretty damn good when he tried the first one on.
    “I could get used to this,” he said to Mr. Blank, who had come to give his approval of Daniel’s new duds.
    “Lookin’ slick, Kid,” Blank replied.
    Daniel had chosen to go with the more formal black suit for his initial introduction and dinner. The jacket hung nicely off his broad shoulders and fit stylishly around his midsection. Underneath the jacket he wore a white shirt with a thin black tie running down the center. A thin, golden tie clip hung onto the tie near the center.
    It made him feel like a Secret Service agent—a very good looking Secret Service agent.
    He considered adding Norma’s aviators to the ensemble—he had taken them from her defects after she died as a symbol of their companionship—but he thought Demérs might find them more tacky than “elegant.”
    The other suit Richfield had bought him was a light grey leisure suit which he planned to wear on Saturday.
     
    As the car pulled up to Demérs’ building in the center of Downtown Chicago, Daniel did not bother waiting for the driver to come around and open the door for him. He felt silly depending on someone else for something as trivial as opening a car door.
    He hopped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. He stood in front of the building, staring straight up toward the top of the impressive structure. It had to have been at least forty stories high.
    After only a few seconds the driver eventually came around to greet him.
    “All set?” The round-faced driver in a black chauffeur’s hat asked.
    “Good to go,” Daniel replied, adjusting his jacket as he strode up a set of concrete steps that lead to the front door.
    As he approached, a doorman dressed in a green uniform opened the front door for him.
    “Mr. Demérs is expecting you,” he said.
    Daniel turned to the man and nodded, slightly confused at the fact that the doorman knew who he was and why he was there. He probably shouldn’t have been surprised—someone like Demérs would have done their homework before hiring a new security agent.
    The lobby of the building was far more vast than one would have anticipated looking at it from the outside. The floors and many of the