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Jackson holds his hand up, gesturing to the waitress who was waiting nearby. She instantly comes over with a bottle of Dom Perignon and two champagne flutes. She pours the bubbly efficiently and hands them off. He lifts his into the air. “To professional growth, then.” Monica holds her glass tightly. “I don’t trust you.” The bluntness is refreshing, nothing like he was used to. In fact, in his experience, women are typically coy and sly with their words. Monica was honest and forthcoming, and he finds himself doing the same. “American women are so astute. Truth be told, you shouldn’t trust me. You’ve bewitched me, and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I can’t stop.” Jackson lifts his glass once again. “To distrust and honesty, then.” Monica laughs and raises her glass to clink against Jackson's. “That’s an awful toast, but the truth, at least.” She sips her champagne, and Jackson does the same. “Tell me about yourself,” Jackson demands gently.

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