Ethan pondered Caleb's question carefully, recalling how people had started referring to the owner as "Mr. Jackson." "It appears the previous owner used to address you as Mr. Jackson, and the habit seems to have stuck with the staff."
Caleb didn't mind if they continued to call him that; it wasn't something he felt particularly concerned about. After all, he remained Caleb Jackson Ferell, and being called "Mr. Jackson" wasn't a problem for him.
They proceeded to his suite in a different wing of the building. The hotel's vast floor area required more walking than he was accustomed to in his previous office. While turning a corner in the hallway, he noticed a young blonde woman and a child holding hands as they headed toward the elevator.
Their backs were turned to him and Ethan, affor
