Larry
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Richardson."
I barely hear the flight attendant as I quip a quick thank you, wanting the pilot to get the damn jet off the ground already. It is late afternoon on Friday. I hated that my flight schedule was pushed back because I had to attend a late lunch with Alix, Samuel, and his fiancé. Though the business coming from the four-hour business lunch was worth the annoyance.
When the jet is finally off the ground, I accept the champagne given as my welcome drink. I finished it swiftly and informed the flight attendant that I wished not to be disturbed until we landed. This whole week has been so stressful that all I want to do is to get back home, call Gemma, send a driver to pick her up and spend the rest of the weekend with her. That was the plan until I star
