Violet POV
*4 months later*
I’m sitting with one of those clients that can’t seem to make up their mind about the design. I’ve changed it three times already, and it seems I’ll be changing it again today. My phone rings and I glance at the caller’s name and my mouth goes dry
“Mrs Newman, would you excuse me for a minute, I have to take this” I say getting up and leaving her with my assistant. Good luck Paul, she’s a pain in the ass.
“Jana, good to hear from you” I answer
“Hey Vi, listen I can’t talk for long. It’s about John” she says and I lean against the wall
“Okay”
“He’s been his normal brooding self, but he dropped Fallon off last night, saying they were going to do some night training, nothing unusual there but he never showed up to the training. We tried calling and Dylan wen
