Walking into Jackson's office later that day, I walked up to the reception area. The familiar face of the lady, who's name I've forgotten, lights up when she sees me.
"Oh, if it isn't the future Mr Richard," she gushed, smiling widely. I found myself blushing, hearing someone call me Mr Richard. Well, future Mr Richard.
"Hello," I greeted quietly, holding the brown paper bag in one hand. The lady eyed the bag and her face fell.
"Don't tell me you still do that job?" She said, her face twisting in disgust. I looked at her for a moment, hating that she's talking down on someone's job. A job that used to be mine.
"Jackson," I said instead and she cleared her throat, averting her gaze. "Is he available?"
"Of course, we've been given strict instructions to let you in, under any circum
