Will
The Aftermath
Present day
The cool Seaside breeze picked up, whipping my tight leather jacket around my biceps, making me squeeze my arms across my chest. Annoyance surged through my body, making my blood hot despite the cold weather.
Angelica fucking Greene.
Late.
Shocker.
I gritted my teeth and flashed an irritated glance at my Rolex.
Make that an hour late to set.
Jaymeson waved at me from the beach and lifted his arms up in question. Of course, Angelica gets the second chance of a lifetime working for Jamie Jaymeson - one of the biggest names in the industry, not to mention the youngest - and she's late.
An hour late.
A pulsing headache throbbed behind my eyes; I pulled off my prescription sunglasses and blew out a breath between my teeth.