Chapter 22: Rage On, Sweet Prince. Rage On

The room is full of laughter and good vibes as Jasper joins us at the table, a few of the executives from the project sitting on the opposite side of the table. Even their experienced eyes are wide as they watch the roasted pig being carried in by waiters to the center of the room. This wasn’t like anything any of us were used to. And I loved every second of it. This is what Miami was really all about. Good music and food. Not Concerto #12.

Jasper downs a shot and slams it on the table. “Must be a hell of a lot different than you’re used to, ain’t it, Mr. Bigshot?”

“I’m just lucky I talked you out of wearing the last outfit you showed me.” I sip at my brandy with ease.

“What do you mean, man?” Jasper claps me on the back. “Don’t tell me you think my guayabera suit idea was not a winner. It was all white, just like yours.”

I wrinkle my nose at the thought. “Your toes were sticking out of the front of your shoes.”