12.5

12.5

He’s your old time friend since you were a teen. He’s that long haired and hot lead vocalist from Satellite Patrol who has such a powerful and raspy voice that sounds so fucking hot. He’s Hugo Saintclare and he doesn’t know we have a child.

I smile weakly, “I don’t really want to talk about it. I’m sorry.”

“Oh. Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who should apologize for asking personal stuff.” He takes a sip from his drink.

I smiled ruefully. “It’s nothing.” I tell him.

“Anyways.” He chimes. “Hugo has been talking to me about helping you find a good job here in New York and since he’s a very dear friend to me, I am willing to help you.” Ned starts talking about what we’re really here for.

I nod, “I will be forever thankful to you, Mr. Hall.”

“We really don’t have to be formal here. Just call me Ned. It’s totally fine.” He responds.

I nod shyly with a smile on my face. “Okay, Ned.”

“Better.” He smiles. “Since this job you are about to apply is about business and it’s far from your field,