Neil's phone call was answered quickly.
"Hello?" Sharon said.
Her voice, like her personality, was plain like still water or an old stone slab. Nothing about it stood out at first.
Neil wasn't impressed.
He preferred more alluring voices, voices that could melt bones just by being heard.
Casually tugging at his collar, he leaned back and asked, "Is this Miss Sharon?"
"Speaking," she replied. "And you are?"
"I'm Neil," he said simply. "Wushuang's third brother. She recommended you to be my bodyguard. Twenty thousand a month. Sound good?"
From what Neil knew, most bodyguards for celebrities didn't earn more than that.
So, to him, this was already generous.
"Twenty thousand?" Sharon repeated, stunned.
That was ten times her current salary!
"Why? Not happy with the pay?" Neil misread her surprise as hesitation and added, "It's the highest rate on the market."
"No, no I'm very satisfied!" Sharon clutched the phone in excitement. "Boss, when can I start?"
