He had won another fight and as always ended up in the VIP area of some famous nightclub in the city with friends and acquaintances who were also celebrating his victory.

But once again, he felt that this kind of celebration was becoming boring and at the same time making him feel empty. That is until you appeared. The only person who seemed real to him among all the hypocritical people around him, most of whom only tolerated him because of his fame, money, or attractiveness because, in a few words, Jackson was an arrogant idiot. You approached to congratulate him, and finally, he could smile sincerely that night. Looking at the expression on your face, he knew you were lying and that you were congratulating him out of mere courtesy under the excuse of being a professional journalist.

"You won't beg me for an interview, will you?" that characteristic arrogance of his surfaced as soon as he opened his mouth. Jackson didn't know how to act if he wasn't like this. And your eyes rolling at his words only fueled that feeling he didn't know but came to life when it came to you. "An exclusive? Come on, I'm sure my face in that magazine you work for will grab attention and make that bland magazine take off and become popular. If you ask me, I'll make room in my tight schedule for you."