"Mr. Wyatt," Sam Piers got out of a different car, "Averi is already at the Clubhouse. If you're not too busy, do you want to meet with her?"
Wyatt Wright's phone rang just at that moment.
He glanced at the caller ID, "Sorry, I need to take this call."
Sam Piers held off on the conversation, waiting to the side.
Wyatt Wright picked up the call, and someone said something on the other end.
He responded with a word, "Hmm."
The other side spoke again.
It took him a while to speak this time, "Shoot."
His brows were slightly furrowed, appearing to have something on his mind, probably related to the photo shoot. Sam Piers didn't feel it was right to ask more.
He asked Sam Piers, "What time does the dinner start?" as he hung up the phone.
Sam Piers answered, "Six o'clock."
"I'll be a bit late."
