Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-Seven

Sephie

Viktor and Stephen were busy with their normal Master of the Schedule duties, as Adrik had another busy day. I recruited Misha, Ivan, and Andrei to help me get Ms. Jackson up to the penthouse, hopefully without Giana knowing. Since Glana used the excuse of having afternoon tea with Ms. Jackson, I wanted to have a chance to talk to her early enough in the day that she would be home should Giana stop by later.

Ivan and Andrei volunteered to go fetch her while Misha stayed in the penthouse with me. “I have to admit that I’m still angry with Ms. Jackson for setting up Giana’s ambush of you,” Misha said as we waited.

“I know, my adorable Russian guardian. I’m hoping that she simply wasn’t aware of what was going on when she set it up, but I do plan on asking. You know how quick she is, she might’ve caught on when you told me we didn’t have to stay,” I said. He laughed, shaking his head. “What?” I asked,

“You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Give people the benefit of the doubt, second chances, third chances, 500 chances in the case of Max,” Misha said, rolling his

eyes.

I thought for a moment. “I know I do. Sometimes I think it’s a fault, but I refuse to see how thinking the best of someone is a bad thing. It’s gotten me hurt and taken advantage of plenty of times in my life. You’d think I would’ve learned by now, but I just can’t help myself. I still see the good parts of people. Most people.”

door to the penthouse opened and Ms. Jackson was escorted inside by Ivan and Andrei. “Child, you have fully realized

ambushed again,” Misha said. He had an edge to his voice that wasn’t usually there, especially around her. He was definitely still angry with her. She

was an issue.” She looked right at Misha. “Then when you told her she didn’t need to stay, I figured out Giana must’ve done something. She put me right in the middle, which is not somewhere I like to be, but I was trying to make the best of it.” She looked between me and Misha. “I owe you both an apology. Child,

but Misha was still mad. Slightly less mad, but still mad. Didn’t detract from how

after we left?”

I still don’t know exactly what happened, but I gather she accused Sephle of using drugs. Spend any amount of time around that child and It’s obvious she’s got giant demons in her past. Those kinds of demons only show up when there’s drugs involved or abuse and Sephle had both. Glana is a nice enough girl, but if I’m being honest, she’s an idi ot. She can’t see past her own nose. I don’t have a way to prove it, but I’d be willing

at each other. Ms. Jackson, of course, noticed. “So, I’m right then? She’s the one on

his head. “We got confirmation of it yesterday,” he

they’re doing.” Ms. Jackson said. She thought for a moment, then looked to

smiled at her. She really was a very sharp woman. “Has she talked to you

been arguing with her a lot lately, but I’m guessing it has to do with her needing to apologize to Sephie. Armando, to his credit, has been trying to help her grow up. She did tell me that her father lost a substantial amount of money because of Armando. She said it happened years ago, but Armando still feels bad about it. It’s why she got the job as his assistant. That

been a plant all along. Since Ms. Jackson could understand Russian, I couldn’t say anything, so I chose to curse in Italian

Since when do you know

not important,” Ivan said abruptly. Maybe Misha isn’t the only one still slightly angry with Ms.

at all?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation

her father still tries to control her life, even though he’s in Italy and she’s here. Not much else that I can remember. She’s been unhappy since she got here. She wants to go back to Italy, but it also sounds like she was unhappy when she was in Italy,” she said.

she learns that she’s the one responsible for her own happiness,” I

of the month, that she would be gone for a few weeks. She said she finally talked him into taking her back to Italy. She apparently

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