Valerie.
"What do you mean you can't find Samson? Have you checked everywhere?" I asked Lydia with a growing annoyance in my guts. I couldn't believe that my driver had actually left the studio without permission.
What more from this man would I have to overlook? If this isn't negligence, what else would it be called?
"Valerie, actually-
"What!" I snapped before I realized that it was Luke. "Sorry, uh- fuck it! I'm really pissed right now." I apologized instantly because it would be mean of me to take it out on him.
"No, it's okay. I just want to let you know that Samson informed me before he left." Luke said, and I couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed because it wasn't his place at all. But before I could say a word, Blake already did.
"When is it up to you to send her driver home? You should know that she would be needing her driver. What if she still has to go to the airport, and I'm not here, who would drive her? She's a celebrity for crying out loud!"
