Jack Marston
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This certainly wasn’t the most prideful job. Jack sighed as his eyes watched you mingle with other guests at the party. In all honest, he hated the rich. But your father, the mayor, was his employer. Jack couldn’t complain.
He expected a bodyguard job to be quite interesting — but it didn’t seem that way. Instead he was stuck lingering in the corner, watching you.
He wasn’t resentful, but the boy was certainly annoyed.