Jackson Library Hours Novels & Stories

Inferno’s bass thumps through the floorboards, low and relentless, like a heartbeat you can’t shut off. I push into the office. Jackson is there, exactly as I expect him — hunched over a tumbler of something dark and bitter, legs kicked up on the velvet ottoman like he owns grief itself. He is focused on the tablet balanced on his lap. He looks carved out of stone — shoulders tight, jaw harder. “Hey,” I say, slapping the doorframe. “Wanna be useful or just haunt this room until someone mistakes you for wedding decor?” He doesn’t look up. “Someone has to make sure the perimeter’s secure.”

"Please come this way, dad," Jordan said as he assisted Mr Jackson Johnson out of the car, Any trace of his cool demeanor had vanished as he surveyed the surroundings, feeling a sense of unease creeping in. he quickly turned to his assistant waiting at the parking lot, giving a brief glance. "I'll go check on preparations for the grand opening happening in the next three hours," Jordan announced, determined to ensure everything was in order. As Mr. Jackson walked away, Jordan couldn't help but facepalm and curse Jason for his bad luck.

That must have been the table used by Jason to serve his guests. "According to people in the neighborhood, the pawn shop would open at nine in the morning and close at seven at night. There is a break from twelve to one in the afternoon." Peter explained everything, based on the notes he had written in his journal. Everyone looked at Peter, before finally scanning the surroundings with mixed feelings.

We arrived to the Half Moon Ball and it’s really packed. Jackson hands his keys to the valet, and we walk inside. Me and Jade on each of Jacksons arms and of course he’s loving this. Jade went straight to the bar, since we’re wolves there is no legal age limitations of 21 as long as we’re 16 and older. I told her to grab me a drink as well to help me loosen up to dance. I was talking and laughing with Jackson and felt a deep stare from across the room. It was Alpha Wyatt, and he was with that new toy of his. I ignored his glances and continued enjoying myself.

After lunch, he'd be back in the office to report a few things, including his meeting with Jefferson. "Oh yeah, I just got a text from Jaxson that he and Andrew are around here, and he said he'd be stopping by the market for lunch." "I'm tired. I want to go home," Jefferson complained. "Jaxon and Andrew will be arriving around twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and I told them you'll wait for them because you still stay in the market until four o'clock."

Jackson's mind started to overthink already. If they didn't have dinner with his family tonight, he would definitely go to the woman's place. Too bad he had to wait. Jackson glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was almost five in the afternoon. He had two hours to wait. Jackson sped up the car to reach his parents' mansion. It was located in one of the most expensive subdivisions in the country. Security was tight, so strangers couldn't just enter. He parked his car right in front of the mansion's fountain. A Greek-style fountain with faces of angels.

“What time will Jackson meet us? In the court lobby right?” “According to Mrs Eden, Jackson has a hearing scheduled for ten to eleven. It's five minutes before eleven." Hazel glanced at her watch and then snorted again, because everyone who passed her was always looking at her strangely. "Then we wait here." "Oh my gosh, Calvin. I can sit alone.”

In no time, we arrive at the front desk where Jackson, immediately flashes his badge. “We don’t have time to answer your million questions let’s just cut to the chase, we need to see the records and video surveillance if you still have it, from November 4th, 2017, now.” Jackson not letting this man get a word in edge ways, I didn’t want to let the side down by acting surprised at the way in which he spoke, so I stood there with a smile on my face.

The next day, it was bright and sunny and there was a gentle breeze in the morning, and first thing, Victoria texted Jackson to ask where to meet him, she didn't want him to come here. Jackson had just woken up too and was lying in his huge luxurious bed while he read Victoria's text message. He narrowed his dark eyes thoughtfully before replying to her: [Come to my house. You know where it is]. He remembered her saying that her best friend lived nearby when he found her in his condominium, but specifically, on the floor of his apartment. [Okay, President Carson, what time?] Jackson replied: [9:00 am]. 9:00 a.m. was perfect.

‘Will contact you at three in the afternoon. After finishing lunch with Tiffany, he sent her back to the office to have an afternoon nap. He kept looking at his watch for the time, and as Tiffany began to fall asleep, he whispered, “Have a good rest. I need to head out at three in the afternoon. I’ll be back soon. Let’s go for a nice dinner when I get back.” Tiffany said drowsily, “Alright, get going. Don’t bother my sleep…” Jackson composed himself as he relaxedly put on his jacket and left the company, calling Lynn the moment he got into the car. “Come to the cafe by the East Lane.”