***James***
"What on earth are you wearing?" I ask Joel as he meets me in the front entrance.
"I thought wearing a bright red hoody would draw more attention to me and therefore put less on you," Joel replies. I shake my head.
"I would rather that nobody looked at us," I sigh, gesturing for him to remove it.
"James do you honestly think that a Hollywood actor, an almost seven foot British prince along with his muscled, six foot bodyguard are NOT going to get noticed, even briefly?"
I run a hand through my hair in frustration.
"I know, this whole thing is just ridiculous; but I still have to go," I reply.
"Does Richie not have access to a helicopter?" Joel asks.
"Of course we have helicopters, but involving another person in this is not something I want to do. Austin looked pissed t
