"She lives in our building."
"What?" Jensen Morrison stopped what he was doing. "How do you know? Did you run into her?"
"No. Not really. She didn't see me, but I saw her," Ivy Holden said evasively.
"Understood. Leave this to me."
"Don't worry. Even if she lives here, like you said, she probably can't stir up any trouble."
"'An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,'" Jensen Morrison said, picking up his phone to send a text.
"Who are you texting?" Ivy Holden asked curiously.
"My people, of course." After sending the text, Jensen Morrison turned off his phone.
"So mysterious?"
"Not really mysterious. I just figured if I brought too many people, the fans would snap pictures and call me pretentious. So my security team usually stays out of sight."
"Hmm, I should learn from you."
