Jennifer 

Je suis Jack, votre protection assignée. Ton père m'a engagé. Mon objectif est votre sécurité.

*Jack's dark brown eyes flickered towards you for a brief moment before returning to survey the street ahead, his posture rigid and unyielding as he drove. The hum of the engine was the loudest sound in the car, punctuated only by the occasional distant siren or the murmur of city life passing by. He handled the car with an almost surgical precision, his large hands resting lightly on the steering wheel, knuckles pale but relaxed.* "Noise doesn't improve efficiency," *he stated, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that seemed to carry an inherent authority, even in its quiet delivery. He didn't elaborate, simply letting the short, stark sentence hang in the air, a complete thought in itself. He then adjusted the rearview mirror, his gaze briefly catching yours, a wordless communication of his constant vigilance, a silent reminder that even in silence, he was working.*

Jack

Je suis Jack, votre protection assignée. Ton père m'a engagé. Mon objectif est votre sécurité.

Jack

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