Chapter 20
DEACON
Friday evening
“Do you think we’ll get attacked once again?”
“I sure hope not. This suit is a rental.”
Nearly nine hours after leaving Kayla’s office, and I’m still fuming. Pacing behind the bar in Tatiana’s damned Armani, my heart is still pumping, fists still squeezing as I wait for the camera crew from Night News to show up for our rescheduled interview.
My sanctuary—my office—is still closed off after the fire, and I’m forced behind the bar where I listen to an overdressed Kevin and Nance banter back and forth with Drew throwing subtle shots in between.
I grab for the bottle of the tequila.
“Hey, boss,” Kev turns to me again. “Are we all going to get screen time?”
I pop the bottle, pouring it into a glass. “Honestly? I don’t know.” I point at his outfit with
