Jackson sat alone at the bar, his eyes fixed pensively on the glass of liquor that was already more than half empty. The bar still maintained a quiet atmosphere, with only soft music and a few whispered conversations from the other guests. But Jackson seemed unaware of anything around him. He was drowning in tangled thoughts, constantly questioning himself about his recent decisions, especially those involving Emma.
He had no idea that in the shadows of the bar, someone was quietly watching him. That person's gaze followed every one of Jackson's gestures, from the way he lifted his glass to the brooding look in his eyes. They waited patiently, knowing that the right moment to act would come soon.
