"These are my research manuscripts from before I was imprisoned," she said quietly. "Sign your name on the cover page, and they'll be ready for publication."
Jackson took the papers, the sight of her docile obedience made the irritation in his heart began to fade.
He flipped to the first page, ready to glance through it—but before he could, his private phone buzzed sharply.
The name flashing on the screen softened his entire face in an instant.
"Hello, Laica."
On the other end, Laica's sweet, excited voice chimed through. "Jackson! My thesis just won the award! There's a celebration party tonight—will you come with me?"
"Of course," he replied without hesitation.
As soon as the call ended, he was already on his feet.
He picked up the stack of documents Helena had given him, glanced at the cover page only briefly, and scribbled his signature without reading another word.
Sliding the signed papers back across the table, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and headed for the door.
"Jackson." Her cold, steady voice stopped him.
He frowned slightly, turning back impatiently.
"What is it now?"
Helena looked at him quietly. Her voice was steady, but her words cut deep.