CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
I was exhausted and finally relieved that my stepson is going to be okay, we arrive home at around two in the wee hour of the morning. He is in safe hands with the bodyguard who’ll watch him until I head back in the morning.
“Will you be alright, Mrs. Jones?” Johnny asks.
“Only if you call me by my name, then yes, sir,” I joke.
He laughs and shakes his head.
“I have been working for Mr. Jones’s family for too long, and Jones’s family for too long, and never was I comfortable even call his father who was my dear friend by his name, so you also will have to get used to it,”
I gasp, surprised.
“So, you have been in the family for that long. Are you not tired, especially working for that grumpy Lucas?”
“Grumpy?” He laughs. “Then you don’t know his brother. Lu
