Tuesday afternoon we had a meeting with Steven, Miranda, and Dave again. Carrington and Rachel were flying in overnight, so we were all on go for Wednesday morning.
Our surprise guest for the meeting was Anthony.
“Do I know you?” he asked when he saw me in the hallway.
I nodded. “We met at the volcano a month ago.”
He grinned. “That’s right! The other photog. What are you doing here?”
“I took over your old job. I work here.”
His smile slipped for a second before it broadened. “Really? You work under Kiana?”
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. “I do.”
“Ever work over her, because that was always the best.”
I pinned him to the wall with my forearm.
He laughed. “You’re f*****g her, too, aren’t you? She’s good, isn’t she?”
“Don’t ever f*****g talk about her again.”
“Sawyer,”
