Chapter Eight

“Minnie, slow down,” Sunny whispered into the phone, listening to her bestie go off the rails about her manager during her latest art tour.

“That rat bastard has been stealing half the profits, overcharging clients and not reporting it,” Minerva screeched.

“Wow. What a dick! Look, call Macconwood Law and get the Lowell brothers to give you some advice. They’re the Pack attorneys and will have a solution,” Sunny replied.

She listened a few more minutes, Sent Minerva her best, and hung up the cell phone. Poor Minnie. It must be terrible, being such an important artist only to have the one person you trust make a fool of you like that. Sunny shook her head, hurting for her friend, but she could not give Minnie the attention she deserved.