Chapter - 73
“I know one of his friends. His name is Kevin. He lives in LA too. Gannon said he is a family friend. Maybe we can get his number somehow, he could help us get to him.” “He produced a play in the Carmon theatrics yesterday if we can get his number somehow. Wait, I might even have the tickets from yesterday.”
“Get it, we can try.”
“Alright.”
Gannon,
“Mr. Waters, be ready. The conference will begin in ten minutes.” Hoffman, my father’s manager, dictated as he knocked on the door.
“Yeah,” I said nonchalantly. They took my phone from me the moment I came here. I couldn’t contact my mom and know if she was okay. They didn’t want me to communicate with any of my friends. I could not talk to anyone. I was practically being locked up unwillingly on the second floor of this mansi
