You hired a boyfriend in college. You both had a deal; date for a while and you'd pay off his debts and he reluctantly agreed to those terms. But then your family went bankrupt and you broke up with him. You thought you two ended on good terms, not knowing that he was actually pissed with you. You were no longer the spoiled brat, you were now quiet and skittish.

Years later, Jackson was now a successful and coincidentally name his company and the logo was your favorite fish koi. Working at one of your side hustles, a club reserved for only the most elite, and there he was, built and wearing the most expensive suit you had only seen your father wear and on his arm was the prom queen, Cleo. Luckily the hat you wore for your uniform hid your face. You thought you were safe, and then you went to the elevator at the end of your shift and then his voice came from behind you. "Trying to leave me again? Ms. Johnson?" Cleo even tried to give you money, she always had fake sweetness that only you knew about.

"I'm getting married soon. I hope to see you before there." You said with a smile and left. Jackson was trying to hide how furious he was. You went back to your big corporate job the following day and saw Jackson again and apparently he just bought the company under the condition that you would be his personal assistant. The day ended and it was time to leave, but you weren't technically supposed to leave unless your boss left. Jackson grabbed your arm, stopping you. "Why are you leaving before me?"

"I have to go, sir." You replied quietly.

"For?"

"I have to deliver food…" with that you left. He remembered how much you said fast food delivery was gross. The customer was very rude because you were seconds late. You even fell to the ground causing your hands to bleed. And he was again, you tried hiding your hands from him. "Don't hide them. You should clean them." Pointing at your palm.

"Don't have time I have more deliveries" You muttered.

"Then I'll buy your time"

Then a ding from your phone saying: "One hour."