Helping out

Jenny followed Jack reluctantly. What could he possibly have to show her? They reached the kitchen in the back, there was no one at this hour. But for Jenny it was unacceptable, what if someone was hungry? Someone should always be ready for that. She was about to comment on that when Jack spoke.

"It must be not easy for someone from middle class, to be able to buy all these expensive clothes."

Jenny wanted to protest, she wasn't middle class... she was from a rich family... but her dad was just an accountant, why did she think he with higher in the hierarchy?

"Sorry, I don't know what I was saying, you're low class, single mom, dad unknown, that's even more impressive that you spend most of your money in clothes in hope to get connections in high places." Jack added.

"How... how do you know that??" Jenny protested.

She didn't know what she was imagining, her dad, accountant? She didn't even know him, her mom was working three jobs to meet ends. Technically, she was never seeing her either. She grew up pretty much alone.

Jack took out of the freezer a few pastries and put them in the microwave.

"I make my research on my guests, don't worry, I can give you a job here to help you, Paris won't know anything about it."

That would be awesome, those school vacations were creating a hole in her budget because she couldn't work at her part-time job.

"Really? That... that would be great, thank you! What can I do?"

"Well, like your friend suggested, I could have a better standing in my hotel with more employee. So, you'll basically fulfil any desires of the clients I'll assign you to. Nothing you can't do."

The microwave beeped and he took out the pastries. Putting them on a plate and sparkling some powder on it, he grabbed the dish and put his hand on the top of Jenny's back to indicate that it was time to go back out. Unknowing to her, his move created a small tattoo of two eyes at the base of her neck, hidden under her shirt. It was a gift from him, allowing her to read people's hidden desires.