Dashawn
Hank Marsten, Bryan Gurrny and Jessica Abbot all laughed with me as Hank made some stupid joke about a horse in a bar. No one noticed how utterly fake I sounded because none of them knew me. Bobby Grimes, the Broadway star that the investors wanted to meet, chuckled, but I could see he was miserable being with us. I can’t blame him. Hank, in particular, was a little strange.
My phone vibrated, and a true smile crossed my face as I saw it was my Sweet Girl sending me a text. I missed her desperately. If it was for her having to meet with our new clients and take them to their place of accommodation she would be by my side right now, it would make this meeting more tolerable.
The smile on my face instantly dropped as I read the message. I don’t know what my face must have looke
