This is Your Life
Day Two

He could not put his finger on it, but something was a miss about the man that seemed just a little too happy to be talking to Lisa Reisert. The man could not have been much older then Lisa herself, but with the way that he leaned over the hotel counter to get a better look at her made Jackson want to rip the mans' eyes out. Early in his life, Jackson had set a rule to always respect women. He had therefore dodged any jobs that had included 'Managing' women or children.

Jackson slowly put his paper down on the seat beside him and stood up. Sunglasses perched on his nose and a hot cup of coffee in his hand. Pretending not to have seen the guy, he bumped into the mans side, Jackson's coffee cup accidentally slipped from his hand and the hot liquid soaked the mans back causing him to come out of his leaning position.

"You!" he shouted throwing his fist at Jackson face. Jackson heard Lisa gasp as he dodged it and stepped aside so the man could run away like a scared dog with his tail between his knees.

"Thank you," Lisa said gratefully as Jackson turned to face her. "So, how can I help you?"

"I was actually hoping for a suite, what do ya, say…" he leaned forward and read her name tag. "Lisa, got any open?"

"Just one second," she held up her finger and went to work on her keyboard with her right hand. "We have one open as of now," she declared reaching under the counter and producing a piece of paper and a pen, "Sign the bottom of the paper and you're all set." Jackson quickly signed the paper and slid it back to her with the pen on top, Lisa looked at the paper and reached under the counter again, "Okay, Mr. Robertson, you are in suite forty-eighty, please enjoy your stay." Lisa said in that To-perky-to-be-a-real-emotion voice that her boss made everyone use, God he hated that voice, and judging by the look on her face, so did she.

Jackson nodded gratefully and took the key from her as he shuffled towards the elevators. He had not jeopardized his job, had he? Of course not! Lisa would never remember him eight weeks from now, the most recognizable part of him was his eyes, and they were covered up. Jackson continued to repeat this line of thinking in his head as he made his way to his room, the same room that his company was going to blow up in less then two months.

xXx

Jackson's hands were quickly typing away at the laptop in front of him as he watched Lisa Reisert through the security feeds on the laptop next to him. She was by far the most interesting person he had ever followed before; she would be smiling and laughing until she thought no one was looking. Then her smile would quickly fade and would be replaced by a look of anguish and pain, and the moment the phone would ring again, the smile would appear. Jackson found himself laughing one time when her father had called and she had forgotten to put the smile on again, of course, dear old dad had known something was wrong and the two had gone into a wrestling match of the words as she tried to convince him that nothing was wrong.

Daddy had wound up winning this round and she moved off to the bathroom and out of earshot of his camera while she let her father in on what was troubling. Jackson had been very disappointed; he wanted to know so badly, what had been plaguing her mind.

By one in the afternoon, Jackson grew extremely bored. While the woman was interesting, she was very boring at the same time, Lisa had not even stopped to take a lunch break until her friend Cynthia forced her away from the counter and to the restaurant inside the building. Jackson frowned and quickly went back to typing at his keyboard trying to locate another camera closer to her. He did not have to watch her that closely, but he had nothing better to do until this job was finished.

The laptop in front of him beeped and the screen filled up the new security feed. Lisa was glaring at her friends back as she plopped into a seat at the bar. One of the two waiters who worked there came up and requested her order.

"Can I just have a glass of water?" she asked with a smirk. The man shook his head sadly and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Leese, but Cynthia said to make sure that you eat something." Lisa opened her mouth to speak again, "No, toast does not count."

Lisa sat back in her chair for a moment and thought, "Look, Jason, I really just need to get back to work, could you just let it slide this once?" The waiter shook his head again.

"I care about you just as much as Cynthia does; you've been working yourself to the bone for the last two years! I think you can take a small break and eat something for once," there was a short pause and neither spoke. "Besides scrambled eggs."

She sighed and slumped in her chair, "Surprise me." The waiter laughed,

"Will do, Miss Manager.'

The waiter moved off to the kitchen and left Lisa all alone. She lifted her head and gazed at the door for a few moments before her face brightened and she reached for the bag she had managed to snatch when Cynthia forced her away from her work. Opening it, she produced a laptop. Jackson tapped at the keyboard again and the camera zoomed in until he could see her computer screen clearly. He smirked when he realized she was logging onto a chat site.

Jackson smirked and closed his laptop; he had seen enough for one day and needed to get some excitement. As he stood from his seat, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his cell phone. He smiled as he dialed the number and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" A heavily accented voice greeted him.

"Hello, Margret, I was wondering if I could Aaron?" he asked.

"Yes, let me go get him, I think he's trying to win king of the sand box."

"That sounds like him," Jackson laughed.

There was a moment of silence from the other side of the phone and then a loud "DADDY!" before Aaron came on the phone. "Daddy, what are doing?"

"I'm at the hotel working, remember?"

"Oh, yes," Aaron giggled and Jackson smiled again, so much like your mother.

"Listen, hot rod, I'm getting terribly bored down here, what do you say I come pick you up early we go see about getting you some ice cream?"

Aaron squealed, "Yes! Yes! Please, Daddy? Please?"

Jackson laughed, "Be ready, cause' I'm on my way."

xXx

Jackson was making a load roaring sound as he held Aaron above his head and ran through the condominium and into a small power ranger decorated room. The little boy laughed and shrieked when Jackson threw him onto the bed with growl.

"Now it's time for you to get to sleep," Jackson took hold of the blanket on the floor and dove onto the bed, effectively trapping Aaron beneath it.

"Awe, c'mon dad!" he whined when he managed to wiggle out from under the blanket and Jackson smiled at him. With Aarons blue eyes and brown hair, he was a mini-me of Jackson Rippner. Aside from the freckles that he got from his mother.

"No, it's time for bed." He reached out and threw the blanket over the little boy again, only this time he gently grabbed the top of the blanket and brought it down so that he could see the little boys face.

"Daddy? What do you do at your job?"

Jackson thought for a moment before he sat on the bed next to his son. "You see, Aaron, I can call you Aaron right?"

"Of course, Daddy!" he giggled.

"Well, I work for a company, and you see, my company is interested in hiring someone new, so to speak. And it's my job to observe her and see if she is right for the job. Does that make sense?"

Aaron looked up at him innocently. "You won't hurt her. Will you Daddy?"

"No, Aaron… I won't."