JEROME

"I'm... sorry for that," Estelle struggled out, secretly tightening her hand into a fist.

I saw it but acted like I didn't. Her frustration is now my medicine. I will enjoy watching her beg for my help, until she has no strength left in her.

It's my time to sign.

"Your lateness can be ignored, but can we talk? I really need your help, Jerome," She said, drawing closer to me.

"Hold it!" Quickly, I placed out my palm, ...