Chapter Five
Ransom
WHEN I’D FIRST heard Tiffany speak, I’d felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water at my face, sobering me up from what was left of my buzz. It had shocked the s**t out of me. Little Tiffany Banks, one of my sister’s best friends, was actually here, trying to get herself onto American Icon.
She had no f*****g clue.
It had been years since we’d seen each other. Now she was all grown up, and more beautiful than ever with those wide, blue eyes, cupid lips, and her perky upturned nose. She reminded me of the farmer’s daughter, the curvy, gullible one who didn’t know how corrupt the world was. Yeah, Tiffany was definitely too naïve and trusting for Hollywood, even with that voice, which had taken me by surprise. As amazing as it was, however, there was no wa
