The small rehearsal room suddenly felt impossibly crowded. Jake found himself caught between two patriarchs, each radiating the kind of power that could destroy careers with a phone call.
"Richard," Miles acknowledged with icy politeness. "I wasn't aware you were aboard."
"I boarded at the last port when I learned of my children's... adventures." Richard's gaze swept the room, taking in Jake's defensive posture beside Amity, Liam's obvious discomfort, and the security officers' barely contained desire to be anywhere else. "It seems we need to have a conversation."
"Father, I don’t have time for yours or Mr. Monroe’s games, I’m tried of it actually one moment I’m being called a gold digger, because I don’t dress like normal rich people, offered to join them after finding out just who I a
