“There’s some pretty high-profile people there,” Jay announces through the small chip in my ear. Ill be taking it out before I get out of the car. Currently, I’m in a line, waiting for valet parking. “Including the president,” Jay tacks on at the end. I inwardly sigh, rolling my neck from the stress spearing into my muscles. This job is hard on my body, even when I’m not shooting people in the face and actively avoiding flying bullets. Maybe I can entice Addie to give me another massage later. I’d love nothing more than to return the favor. “Anyone I should be concerned about?” I hear Jay typing a mile a second in the background, the keys clacking obnoxiously. I have asked the fucker to get a less noisy keyboard, but he insists the loud clicking brings him peace. And as much as it annoys me, we get so little of peace in our daily lives. So if a fucking obnoxious ass keyboard brings him some sort of semblance of it, then I won't give him shit. Well, not too much, at least. “Several senators and governors, along with a few A-list celebrit—ah shit, is that Timothy Banks? Come on, don’t tell me he’s a part of this shit too?!” I roll my eyes, shaking my head at Jay’s theatrics. “Jay,” I snap. “Focus.” There are only a few cars ahead of me, so I don’t have much time to talk until I can get in and put the chip back in without anyone noticing.