Jess’s POV
After the Fiona incident earlier, I thought I had seen it all, only for me to set eyes on the man I didn’t want to see, not even in a million years to come. He stood there, his eyes piercing through my body, stuttering, and unable to form a proper sentence.
When one of my bodyguards had walked in, saying there was a man named John looking for me at the back entrance, I was taken aback. There was only one John I knew, and he was dead, so was this a prank?
I quickly excused myself from the customers I had been attending to and pulled Maya away as well. “Which John?” she asked as I explained it to her. “Jess, do you need some rest? You’ve been working all day; I fear it’s beginning to affect your memory,” she teased as always.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out if it’s rea
