Jacob's POV:
Enzo handed me a glass of wine as I sat down on the couch in the living area. He grabbed Allison's phone from the center table and sat down on the couch adjacent to mine.
"Shall I call him?" Enzo asked me.
"Yes," I replied and took a sip from my drink.
"Do you know what to say when you'll meet him?" He asked and I glared up at him.
"Of course, I know, Enzo," I replied bitterly and he nodded before unlocking Allison's phone to look for Isaac's number.
"Put the call on speaker," I instructed and he nodded before calling on Isaac's number with his own phone.
"Hello," Isaac answered and Enzo moved to the edge of the couch restlessly.
"Hello, am I talking to Isaac?" Enzo asked him.
"Yes, who's this?" He inquired back while I sat there quietly, listening to their conversation.
"My name is Enzo. I'm Jacob's manager," he introduced himself.
"Jacob? Who's Jacob?" He asked and Enzo immediately placed his hand on the microphone, looking at me in confusion.
