"Bam!" The door flew open with a forceful kick.

Lowe was sent flying onto the sofa, crying out in pain. “What the hell! Which bastard kicked me! Are you blind?"

"Ouch... Ouch..." He groaned in pain. Not only had he failed to have any fun, but now he was also kicked flying. It really hurt. Why was he so unlucky?

A tall, imposing figure walked in. The man had long legs, wore a single-breasted coat, and exuded a sharp, commanding presence.

An hour ago, as Jemma was about to leave, Nicole stopped her. "Jemma..."

She hesitated.

“What's wrong?" Jemma turned to face Nicole with a serious expression.

"Um, I might run into some trouble later. I need your help with something," Nicole explained.

Jemma gazed at Nicole intently. “What seems to be the problem?"

Jemma paused, reflecting. Having been in this industry for too long, she felt something amiss with Nicole's seeming dedication. Nicole hadn't fully recovered yet. Was any client this important? Plus, this job was not Nicole's livelihood. Did it demand such commitment?

A sudden realization struck Jemma. "Is it the client in the chamber?"

Nicole's silence confirmed her suspicion.

Seizing Nicole's wrist, Jemma's anxiety was palpable. "You shouldn't go then. You're not well. Go home for some rest. I'll manage this."

Holding Jemma's hand, Nicole replied, “I can't dodge this forever. Austin needs me, and so does his nanny. It's time I took a stand, or I'll regret it."

Her voice steady, Nicole continued, "I need you now. Could you help me?"

The trust Nicole placed in Jemma was profound, a testament to the inherent kindness that Nicole recognized in her, a kindness that could not stay concealed.

Despite not understanding its origin, Nicole knew she needed Jemma's kindness now more than ever.

"What do you need me to do?" Jemma asked.

Nicole responded, “I'm going to enter that chamber. I'm unsure about how what will unfold. If I break a glass, you must..."

She paused before finishing. "Call Jarrod for me."