"Don't mind him, Jonah, I think your compliment is lovely, feel free to flatter me anytime," I shot back. Flynn's brow bunched together as he scowled at me, his eyes darkening while a stony expression replaced his smile. He chewed his lip but said nothing while Lee waved down another passing cab and left to collect our car.
"Get in. Call Javier on the number you have tomorrow morning, and a car will pick you up. Practice begins at our place at eleven a.m. Don't be late." Flynn said, sternly to poor Jonah who had unwittingly walked into the invisible minefield that had been laid between Flynn and me.
Javier had slipped into the role of public relations, schedule manager and spokesperson, and was fast proving to be a great choice for the job. He was gaining knowledge every day and from what I saw, used his own contacts to establish opportunities for promotion.