New York City - Los Angeles
A R C H E R
New York City, USA
Twelve zero four at noon
Five hours and twenty-four minutes away from Los Angeles
“Jesus Christ, Archer!”
“Please.” I chimed right away.
“No! You have two photoshoots in New York. NO. N-O.”
“I have done the photoshoot anyway.” I answered Dawson.
“You can not just back out in the middle of the photoshoot.” He sounded frantic.
“If you did not hear it clearly, I have done the photoshoot.” I clarified, although I have not really finished it.
“Your two photoshoots end at five in the afternoon, what are you talking about?”
Five in the afternoon? f**k no. Flying back to Los Angeles would take me five hours, and I would be there around ten in the evening by then. There is simply no freaking chance that I would want to finish t
