SEVENTY EIGHT

CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

The phone by his bedside woke an angry Jackson early the next morning. He had a hangover from drinking himself to stupor the previous night after Amelia’s rejection.

He had been unable to convince her to stay with him even when he was sure he could not commit to her idea of a marriage.

“Hello” he muttered harshly into the receiver.

“What are you still doing in bed?” Liam’s voice came through.

“My father died… I think I am liable to take few days off work, don’t you think?” He snapped.

“You are angry about something… what is it?” Liam asked

“That is none of your business, Liam… what the fuck do you want?” He asked.

“You might need a new assistant; Celine phoned me this morning when she could not reach you. She said Amelia resigned and I can only guess that is the reason for your sour attitude. It did not go well, did it?” he asked

“No, now tell Celine that she can have her old job back. I am going back to sleep, thank you for calling”

“You… come on, Jack. You are