Deila's pov

The phone call had brought a positive result.

My dad seemed to have acquaintances with  Mr. Damien, the owner and founder of Ink and Quill, IQ—for short.

Not that it surprised me, the man had links all over, and that was the reason I didn't tell him when I applied for a job at Ink and Quill. I knew if I had told him he would've pulled strings for me to get the position, and I would've loathed that.

One of the reasons— among others— for my going to LA was my quest for independence. To survive on my own. But with the way my dad got what...