Asher's PovI was beginning to believe we walked into the wrong room because the sight before me was, what's the word, confusing.“I told you I didn't do anything with that chick!” A brown haired man said, jabbing his fingers in the jacket of a smaller man. “We established boundaries, man. Boundaries!” The smaller man retorted harshly. “Ah, so you're finally talking to me. Congratulations on graduating from the Neanderthal stage of your life. Communication as they say, is the fucking key!” “Don't talk to me like that, Nigel!” The other man yelled.“Go to hell, you prick!” Nigel yelled back. Just then he turned to look at us and froze. For a moment, I feared he'd have a stroke but he recovered from the shock and smiled. “Hello, there,” Nigel rubbed his palms together and gestured to Caden. “Welcome to Basset PR. I'm Nigel Basset, Jeremy's manager.”Basset PR was a boutique public relations company owned by Nigel Basset. His job is to put the fires in his client's careers and accord
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