Chapter Two
It was after 7 when I got in. I couldn’t see Jackie, but I heard that dreadful techno music she says helps her concentrate blaring from her laptop in the kitchen. I clicked the mute button and felt the tension in my chest subside.
My finger hovered over the search history button. I was curious to know what secrets she keeps hidden from me, so I pressed it.
It was run of the mill stuff; the daily avalanche of emails to business associates and followers, contract details and stipulations, terms and conditions, nothing of interest. She had f*******:, i********:, Twitter, Tumblr and Pinterest open. But as a social media influencer of some renown, this was her normal routine.
I scrolled up the list of sites and pages and saw she was diligently working on her business as always.
