Ian's POV
The traffic jam had done little to help my already late self, causing me to miss the opening entirely. When I finally reached the restaurant, it was closed, with no one in sight. I was on my way to Hailey's penthouse, hoping she was there, when my phone rang. Seeing Mr. Medina's name flash on my car screen, remembering that I gave him my number when he had questions about organizing a charity event. I hit the receiver button on my steering wheel, wondering why he would be calling me now.
"Hello?"
"I need your help," he quickly said, making me feel worried.
"Anything. What is it?"
"It's Hailey. Can you come to my new restaurant?"
"I'll be there in 3 minutes," I said, making a very illegal U-turn, receiving angry honks in response. Thankfully, I hadn't gotten ve
