“HE VOTED ‘NO’? You’re kidding me,” snapped Sinclair, pausing as we walked out of the building. “That egotistical prick! What in the hell is wrong with him?”
I stared down at my shoes. “He must not have thought I had enough talent.”
“Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” said Jesse, looping his arm through mine as we turned the corner and walked towards the parking lot. “I’ve heard Ransom sing, and he’s not bad, but you... you have more talent than anyone on that show, past and present. Hell, I’m still in shock after hearing you sing. I had no idea you were that good.”
I smiled. “Aw... thanks, Jesse.”
“I’m serious. I know talent,” he said. “Don’t forget... I grew up in Hollywood.”
“He did,” agreed Sinclair. “And he’s right.”
“I’m always right,” he replied with a smirk. “It’s a gift
