chapter thirteen
Kate“Kate.” Miles catches my arm just as Flynn and I approach the entrance to the hangar, returning from lunch. “Joel needs to see you, Flynn. Kate and I have some things to discuss, she’ll meet you inside in a bit.” His tone is dismissive. “Why don’t we go talk in my office?” He asks like it’s a question, but he’s already steering me down the hall.
Not surprisingly, Miles’s office is nothing like his brother’s. It’s the same size and shape, even boasts a similar view, yet everything is exaggerated, rather than understated like Cooper’s. The walls are lined with framed movie posters, shelves are filled with awards and accolades. A round meeting table has a dozen tall piles of manuscripts.
“Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink? A cocktail perhaps?”
I look over
