|Sage's POV|
I walk through the elevator with Jackson and Roger behind me.
Once I step into my home— or more like a quadruple story penthouse in the most prestigious building of the Upper East Side, which is more so my prison, than anything else, I turn around to look at my men.
"Thank you for helping me today." I tell them with a soft smile on my lips, one of the rare, genuine ones.
Jackson looks at me with a pitiful gaze, one that I have grown quite habitual to, considering all the times I have seen it in the last nine years he has been by my side.
"Will you be alright, Ms. Princeton?" Roger asks me softly, "is there anything we can get for you?"
I pick up the skirt of my birthday gown which I would most probably put in the incinerated now, and shake my head at them with what
