Chapter 361: Just Helping Out

Before I could even ask her a question, Petra spoke to me. "I thought you ran the bed and breakfast?" She seemed irritated, agitated as I struggled against the condescending tone in her voice and did my best not to match her grump for grump.

"Just helping out," I said, turning a little so the afternoon sunshine didn't blind me. Petra automatically moved with me, the badge around her neck identifying her as a sponsor. For Blackstone? No, wait. She worked for a company called GoGolf. Could they be tied to Blackstone? Now I was just getting paranoid. "You sponsored Jack Nethersole, right?"

She grunted at me, an almost feral sound, frown digging deep lines into her otherwise smooth complexion. Petra might have been close to my age but she was going to regret her facial expressions down the road if she wasn't careful. Right, because I didn't wear how I was feeling all over my own face.

"I did." Petra paused, shrugged. "His was a minor deal, but I still have to answer for it."