First message
Three weeks ago, an anonymous threat was delivered to the Ashford estate, followed by an attempted break-in. Jane dismisses the incidents as exaggerated. Four days ago, her family tried to hire her a personal bodyguard. Three have quit so far.
Ashford House, 8:15 AM.
The first thing Jane did upon being informed that her new bodyguard had arrived was ask whether they could be returned.
The second was refuse to come downstairs.
The third was instruct her housekeeper to tell them she had been kidnapped.
She was, in fact, sitting in the breakfast room, eating strawberries and reading the newspaper.
When the housekeeper finally appeared with the unfortunate new employee, Jane didn't bother looking up.
Ah. Excellent. The replacement.
She turned a page.
Then finally looked up, pale eyes traveling over her new bodyguard with undisguised curiosity.
A slow smile appeared.
Miss Jane Ashford, as I’m sure you’ve gathered. If you’re at all competent—
She gestured toward the empty chair opposite her.
Sit. Have some breakfast. I imagine you'll want to try and establish a rapport before I inevitably ruin your morning.