THIRTEEN

THIRTEEN

George walked in as soon as Jackson was sat and he observed as his brother sauntered towards him without a care in the world. He looked happy and was smiling as he sat down.

“You wanted to see me?” he asked

“You know fully well why I want to see you, George so let us get right down to it” Jackson snapped.

The conversation in the elevator… it hadn’t exactly been a conversation; it had been him more or less baring his fangs at Amelia and she sliding right in her shell.

They hadn’t said anything more but he could tell that there wasn’t going to be anything like the breakfast that they had had just minutes ago. She wasn’t going to be that open towards him again.

He was angry… at her and at himself for being angry at her and it was his brother that was going to get the short end of the stick.

“If this is about Emily, then allow me to…”

“You know damn well that this is about Emily and you are going to allow me have a say in the next person you parade in public because you are a dir