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Isabella 54.

Her brown hair fell to her back and it matched her brown suit and pan trouser. I could see the black lacy bra or singlet or whatever she had on.

She matched it with black pencil heels and a black diamond Purse. Her lips were tinted a deep red and her silky hair moved in the motion of the wind.

I could already tell she was Hispanic.

“Ms.Grace,” Jackson finally spoke up after his jaw dropped to the floor earlier. He took out his hands to offer her a handshake and her white perfect set of teeth came to view as she offered her hands.

Now that I could see her perfectly, she just looked like someone I knew.

I have seen Jackson with countless women but never had I seen him react the way he just did. Was he falling for her?

“Isabella,” I also shook her hands.

“Please have your seat,” Jackson showed her the chair before us and we all sat at the same time.

“My, I must say. Your photo card does show justice to the goddess I see before me,” Jackson said and I threw a befitting