Alexa watched her son with a mixture of concern and admiration. He was always so driven, so determined, and sometimes it seemed like he was in his world. She knew he could be rude and arrogant but she loved him. She poured herself a glass of whiskey and brought it over to him.
"What's going on, Jack?" she asked, noticing the frustration etched on his face.
Jack took a sip of the whiskey and scowled. "Just dealing with Jacquin's drama again. She accused me of stealing her proposal like I would ever do something like that."
Alexa sighed. "I'm sorry, honey. You don't deserve that kind of treatment."
Jack rolled his eyes. "I know, Mom. It's just frustrating. I work hard and I don't need her trying to tear me down."
"Well, I'm proud of you, Jack. You're doing great things," she said, tryin
