Chapter 47

• Jameson's POV
• The sun was hot in South Africa. I stood on the balcony of my luxury villa. I looked out at the blue ocean. The view was beautiful. But my heart felt completely dead inside my chest.
• Two weeks had passed since the bomb blast. Two weeks of living like a ghost. The entire world believed Jameson Pentagon was dead. My companies were in chaos. My friends were mourning. And I was stuck here, hiding in the shadows.