Andrea locks eyes with Jackson. He runs his hand through his curly hair, and his blue diamond earring winks in the sunlight. He smiles knowingly at her, and Andrea’s palms itch with the desire to slap him. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” Andrea says. She turns and looks at Fiona, “Why did you ask him to come? He’s obviously not part of the Peters family.”
Fiona presses her dark red lips together and shakes her head. She and Jackson shake hands warmly and Jackson leans down and kisses her on the cheek.
“Come with me, Jackson,” Fiona says. “Unfortunately, I have some ugly business to deal with, but it shouldn’t take long. Would you be kind enough to wait for me in the conference room?”
Fiona leads Jackson out of the room, shooting a nasty loo
