Twenty four

Ellen's POV

Finally! Something hopeful to start the fucking day.

The housekeeper at Zeke's house, Martha or whatever the hell her name, sent me a text in the wee hours of the morning saying she found something valuable to give to me. She said it belonged to the sneaky lady she saw at Zeke's place.

I had no choice than to go meet her. I don't trust anyone enough to send on such matters.

I strode down the sidewalk, my designer heels clicking against the pavement. My meticulously styled hair bounced with each step. I arrived at the sleek SUV parked in front of my condo, Max, my Chief security personnel and Ava stood waiting.

Max opened the car and I got in, Ava sat some distance away from me and Max took the front seat beside the driver.

Coursing through the bustling streets of London, I juggled a flurry of phone calls, while Ava was busy responding to the pending mails.

“Canceled? But why?” My voice was sharp with disbelief as I listened to yet another cancellation from a musician sc