The Woman on the Jury by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Halle

Maybe I was being a brat, complaining about being stuck in a luxurious penthouse with food delivered to me three times a day, the most comfortable bed known to mankind, and, yes, TVs in every room. They were hidden inside cabinets in some cases. They acted as art in others. Rich people stuff that I had no prior experience with.

I was just… restless.

I felt like life was slipping away from me.

Especially at the shop.

How many times would a customer come to the shop to find a closed sign on the door before they refused to come again? How much money had been lost just during the one day closed?

My grandfather would know the answer to that question. But I clearly couldn’t ask him.

I woke up alone the next morning, but found a fresh pot of coffee waiting.

And within two minutes of starting to sip that, there was a knock at the door.

But there were several bags instead of one.

Two of those bags had a familiarity to them, patterns that I’d seen before, but couldn’t quite place

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Breakfast,” the guard said. “And something to wear.”

Oh, thank God.

Washing my panties and re-wearing his tee was not it.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, giving him a smile because he was a guy doing his job. And it was, objectively, probably a shitty one, compared to the other stuff the mafia must do on the daily.

I brought my breakfast to the island, finding strawberry-banana crepes and some sort of fruit smoothie.

I started to eat as I placed my bags on the far end of the island, checking to make sure it was clean, then pulling items out.

The first, smaller, bag was all white with a silver word scrawled across it.

La Perla.

I didn’t have any frame of reference for what that was until I reached inside, and pulled out several pairs of lacy and silky panties.

A lingerie store.

And now that I thought of it, I could have sworn that I’d heard Lauren mention it once or twice in the past. Like all things that were out of my tax bracket, though, I’d completely forgotten about it.

The next bag was one I was sure I’d seen a million times in the city. A simple brown bag that said Medium Brown Bag on it. I’d always figured that it was just some sort of bag company or something that a lot of businesses used.

Nope.

As it turned out, everything inside that bag was from Bloomingdale’s.

The first thing I pulled out was the softest damn thing I’d ever felt in my life.

A cashmere turtleneck in a light, ice blue color called Grotto Blue.

Had he picked this out for me?

No.

No way.

He probably had a mom or sister or some woman on his staff to run these sorts of errands. Still, it was perfect. The neck looked like it would cover the bruises on my throat. Which, as silly as it was, I didn’t even want to look at myself.

I reached back into the bag, feeling something buttery, but finding a completely different sort of material.

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