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Servant
After taking a moment to breathe, I decided to take a walk around to the outdoor dining area. The California breeze felt peaceful. Calming. Sam was sitting at a corner table under the covers with a bottle of red wine. Too exhausted to confront him, I watched as he took a sip of his beverage of choice while looking up at the night sky. The distant crunch of tires and the of a car door closing made me jump a little. Hopefully it meant that the reporters were leaving me and Kiki to finish setting everything up.
I didn’t quite know what to say to Sam. Sure, I loved him like a father, but he had no right to talk to Jamie in the way he had done. I didn’t want my godfather thinking that was okay, but neither did I want to risk ruining our opening by arguing with our beloved patron b
