*Zac*
I glance at Astrid as we pull up to the mansion just north of Copenhagen. The sprawling estate is impressive, but we're not here to admire the architecture. We've got a job to do. I park the car, and we step out, feeling the crisp air against our faces.
Walking up to the entrance, we are stopped by a beefy bodyguard who looks like he could bench press a small car. "We need to speak with John Ashton". I explain, trying to sound casual.
The bodyguard's expression doesn't change. "This is a private event. You are not on the list".
Astrid and I exchange glances, and I can't help but chuckle. "Awkward, right ?" I say, smiling at her. "Look at me, turning up without an invite".
Astrid grins and nudges me playfully. "Actually, I was invited. Can he be my plus one ?"
The bodyguard's fa
