_Author’s POV_
Zarelle waved her phone and flashed an impish smile at Jameson. “The wonders of modern technology.”
She made a mental note to thank Gwen later. Despite her tendencies to lecture, the woman was one of the best assistants she ever worked with. She respected her decision to handle the situation by herself, yet offered her help in subtler ways, including finding out and telling her what Jameson had been up to.
Jameson showed up at the bar so fast after Zarelle called him because he happened to be in the same neighbourhood, celebrating his daughter’s birthday at a restaurant two blocks away from the Twilight. Gwen had done his homework thoroughly, providing Zarelle with not just Jameson’s location, but the perfect emotional leverage to ensure he would respond immediate
