WHEN we got to the office, I was totally blindsided. First of all, Jax parked inside a very tall building, and I could tell that the space where he parked was reserved for him. He did say he’s a photographer and that he owned his art gallery, but to be honest, I didn’t think it would be located in a building.
We rode the elevator and not long after, we arrived at our destination. I noted the floor number because this is where I will be working from now on. I walked behind Jax and I noticed all the employees looking at him and bowing lightly while saying “Good morning sir,” or “Good morning, Mr. Madrid.”
I looked around and noticed that this office doesn’t look like an art gallery at all. We arrived at what I assumed was his office. At a desk near the office, there’s a mature looking woma
