Liam’s POV
I’d been on hold for ten minutes before the owner of one of the news outlets finally picks up the phone. I knew Chuck well enough. We’d hung around at the same parties and same events in my younger years, back when I’d been a driver with a partying reputation to uphold.
Since I fell out of that scene, Chuck and I had drifted apart. Even so, I hoped those good old days would mean something to him, because I was calling in one hell of a favor.
“Liam. Long time no see. When my secretary told me you were on the line, I didn’t really believe her.”
“Yeah. Sorry. I meant to reach out, but…”
“I get it. You calling about the engagement? I got the invitation.”
Great. He already got it. I didn’t want to think about how much Joanna paid to have those invitations all rushed like that.
