Chapter 39

HAYES

I push through the doors of the production room, glancing around slowly. Julian is behind me, trying to find out what transpired between the bald man and me. Hugh, or whatever his name, did his best to grate on every bit of my nerves, but I refused to be in a fume because of someone so irrelevant.

What does my hanging around New York have to do with the company? I was away in Italy for years