'Sir, I'm so sorry. I just didn't want her to leave. I couldn't let her leave.'
The bespectacled security official raised an eyebrow, whilst rifling through a pile of paperwork, unimpressed by the while debacle. He wore an emotionless expression, and I imagined his wife, if he had one, was in dire need of a good time. Charlotte sat beside me, arms crossed over her body defensively, eyes trained on the desk.
'She's...we're dating, and she came out to see a show in New York and I acted like a d**k. Last night I had another woman in our hotel room. I had to stop her from leaving somehow. Last night meant nothing. It wasn't what it looked like.' Just give me the oscar now.
The official sighed, and his eyes darted to Charlotte.
'Bear in mind, Miss Hamilton, that you're being recorded right
