Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -3-

 Every second that goes by is making me more and more uncomfortable about this assignment. Too many ifs and whys are kicked in my direction. 

 I am pretty sure if I refuse to take this gig they will hand me a cardboard box to pack up my sad little desk at the office and I can dive right into unemployed life. 

 Well, enough. Little repacking and lets see what’s about to go down. 

 While dragging my summer dresses and sandals out of my suitcase I hear my phone chirp.

 'Miss Hayes. Please bring only carry-on with essentials, everything else will be provided for you. Sincerely, your host at Marriott Grand.'

 I just stare at the message and my confusion is sky rocketing. 

 Should I shake this strange feeling off or should I react? 

 Okay, Barraza is billionaire so I guess buying one warm coat and pair of boots is no big deal for him but still. Am I the only one who finds this weird?

 Well I cannot fight my nature and I have to make sure the whole thing is real and I am not being fooled or even worse. I just have to find out.

 I dial the number where the message was sent from and wait.

 “Hello Miss Hayes, how can I be in service?”

 “Hello Sir. I think you sent me a message few minutes ago, am I correct?” 

 “Yes Miss, you are correct. Is there a problem I can assist you with?” Who is he? He sounds like the perfect butler from hundred years ago. 

 “Actually I am tiny bit abashed since I have no information for how long I will be staying at Tahoe. Makes kind of hard to decide on essentials you mentioned,” I say trying to sound at least half as sophisticated as he is.

 “You will meet with Mr. Barraza and spend an hour or so in Tahoe. Everything is already organized and you just have to make it here today Miss.” His politeness is out of this world. And his calm but strict voice adds to it.

 “Thank you Sir for enlightening me.” Check me out trying to sound like aristocrat.

 “Will that be all Miss Hayes?” I actually like the “Miss” in front of my name. Makes me feel pretty and important or maybe just pretty important. 

 “Yes. Thank you. See ya.” f**k. f**k me and my f*****g mouth. I think I just blew my cover as the aristocrat I tried to be. Well I guess you can put a dress on a pig but pig will be pig.

 “No problem Miss. Hopefully we will see you shortly.” Kind of what I just said but whatever. 

 So only an hour. That is actually good news. 

 I leave my suitcases as they are and take my over sized handbag, throw my laptop, notebook, passport and some toiletries in it. Packing is easy if you are provided the right situation.

 Now I just have to change into formalwear and off I go. White, almost see-through, lace blouse and black pencil skirt with black heels should say I am serious about what I do so hopefully he won’t mess with me.

 I put my fur coat over my arm, shove my phone in my bag and step out of my apartment. 

 As I reach the Lincoln one middle aged and very serious, even kind of rough looking man steps out of it and nods as he opens the door for me.

 We drive in silence as I try to get as much research as possible done with the little time I have to prepare. Not an easy job but I am good at my job so I know where to look to find what I need. 

 Soon enough we reach the tarmac where are the hangars for private jets. 

 Little excitement creeps into my heart as I see the beautiful creature they have rented for me. She is whiter than snow with black, gold and red accents. She is the real Queen of aircrafts and I am sure the insides won’t disappoint either.

 And I was right. As soon as I climb up the steps the whole flight crew is there to welcome me.  

 “I hope you find everything to your liking Miss.” The man on the left addresses me and I am quite sure he is the Captain.

 “Yes of course, thank you,” I say with polite smile while my eyes are already roaming the luxurious cabin.

 “We are ready to get wheels in the air as soon as you say so Miss.” Says the man on the left again and starts to usher the other man in the cockpit.

 “Actually I am ready when you are.” I lied. I am not ready. I get this uneasy feeling and wish this was all over already.

 “Please take a seat and get comfortable. I will start service as soon as we reach cruising altitude. Is that alright?” Says the flight attendant with long f**k me legs and d**k pleaser lips.

 “That is fine, thank you.” I smile at her and sit at the lush leather seat feeling instantly like I’m going to like this type of travel.