Chapter 100

“I am, however, grateful for my job… and this.” I get the words out hoarsely as I dangle my bracelet absentmindedly; no idea why I even bring it to his attention other than to distract his topic of conversation, and Jackson admires it with careful fingers.

“Alexi showed me it this morning when he had me pick up your cake.” He seems composed, acting as though this is normal for him to hand out, and I gawp in startled disbelief.

“What? He showed you this? This morning? You collected the cake?” I blanch at him, and Jackson shrugs at me as though nothing is amiss in that statement. My head is whirling like a merry-go-round on speed. Recovering quickly and now just intent on what he said.

“When he asked if I thought you would like it… he said it was a thank you. I guess you must be running the club a lot better than that Joanne ever did. I don’t like her much.” Jackson is a sweetheart sometimes and very honest about his opinions of the staff in the club, but right now,