Jasmine's POV
’Calamine et Maroon Lounge, 69, Mount Floral Street.’
I shoved the phone back into the pocket of my hoodie as I hurled down the street with a black scarf over my head. I chose an outfit that Asher would never guess it was me in a million years, and luckily, the lounge was downtown, good enough. Asher had no business covering this side of town. Not like I knew all of his clients, but... I stopped, more confused than ever.
“Hello motherfucker,” I grabbed tightly on my wheel and swiftly cut corners, bringing my tires screeching to a halt in front of a large building with the name "Calamine et Maroon Space”
"Let's get this over with,” I smirked and switched off the engine.
Today was the day I got to meet Asher, it was in the evening, so no one got to use Brady's denial of sick leave as an excuse. By no one, I meant me. And since Sebastian wasn't also on his leave, we settled for this time and place.
“Just one day... Just today.” I corrected myself and encouraged myself as
