Papa-Paparazzi

I was halfway into Manhattan when I dialed Jeremy's number on the phone. 

"Hello?" he picked up.

"You can give me chance to make this right, yes?" I asked as I stepped on the gas and dodged the traffic.

"Sky? What are you saying?"

"With Jordan. With everything that happened yesterday... just give me a chance to make it up to you," I veered the steering wheel towards the right on the next exit and entered the lane which led up to Parker Enterprises. 

"How are you going to do that?" he sounded confused. 

"I don't know but I promise I'll figure it out soon," I said. 

"How are you feeling now? Madison told me about what happened yesterday..."

"I feel fine. I know I'll feel even better if you let me keep my job," I chuckled.