Tony
I lead Pepper out the front door where I have a hired limo waiting to take us to the airport. I lift my chin at the driver, who scrambles to open the passenger door for Pepper while I walk around to the other side.
Once we’re seated, Pepper pulls out the notebook I brought her. What time will we be back? she writes in neat, boxy letters.
“We’re booked back on the 4 p.m. flight, which will have us back to the hotel by 5:30.”
She nibbles her lip, then writes. Does Hugh know?
I scowl at the mention of her manager. “I don’t babysit Hugh.” The testa di cazzo could’ve called me last night to discuss the problem I had with the show, but he chose not to. Today he’s gonna find out what happens when you f**k over the Tacones.
She nods and pulls out her phone, thumbing over the screen to t
