Annabel
A private jet flies Lissa and I to North Park, San Diego, along with my personal crew. The jet is as luxurious as a jet can ever aim to be. Julian might slack on alot of things but decorations and style are his high points. Lissa sits on a high backed cushion beside my bed, her legs thrown over one arm, her back against the other and her laptop on her lap, clicking away furiously as usual. I turn to my other side with a groan and fluff my pillows before resting my elbow on it and propping my head up. The television shows an episode of Power and I grab my bucket of spicy fried chicken from the tabletop and settle in for the show.
Less than ten minutes later, the pilot's voice filters in through the speakers and he informs us that we will be descending soon and should all b
