Jax knew that he had messed up as he remained in front of Ruan's door, unsure of whether to knock or not.
After waiting for a few seconds and nothing happening, he entered the opposite room with a sigh. He fell on top of the king-sized bed in the room and stared at the chandelier above his head, his mind racing with thoughts about Ruan and their conversation.
He couldn't believe that he had blown it like that. He just wanted to do his job as his manager, but Ruan didn't seem to understand him.
As Jax lay on the bed, he thought about what would have happened to him if Ruan had not chosen him as his manager. He would probably still be in his room, drinking his life away while being jobless or already on his way to his hometown.
He owed everything to him, but he was already messing everything up because he wanted to be the perfect manager.
Was he trying too hard?
The thought sent him a pang of guilt. He sighed, got up from the bed, and walked out onto the balcony.
