Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -2-

 f*****g Tahoe, he is the king of crime with more money than I could ever imagine and he is in f*****g Tahoe. Why not Hawaii or Mediterranean or Maldives or anywhere other than f*****g Tahoe. I hate snow and all snow or cold related activities. My feet will be freezing, my nose will be runny and the clothes, all the layers of clothes you need to wear to feel even little warm, all that whilst you cannot move your arms and walk like a freaking penguin. 

 I have to shake all that negativity and think about the big picture. This is the first time after he took the reins from his grandfather he is allowing outsider to peek inside his life and world. This is huge. Well it sucks I have limited time to do any real research to be perfectly prepared for this kind of assignment but it is what it is. 

 My phone chirps and I open my laptop to check the information Steph has sent me. 

 First of all the so called information he promised is more like a tweet. Six sentences of already public information what he most likely copied from Wikipedia and the doucheface added smiley at the end. That makes everything better. Useless asswipe of a man.

 But he did add a picture. Makes me wonder how he got his hands on it since Barraza has never let any photographs of him get published. Only his name and his so called achievements have been reflected on news, always without a picture or video. So far people have been guessing and making up stories about his looks and public demeanors. 

 I suppose I will be one of the few who can actually say I know for sure. No more guessing for me. That might not be a good thing but I’ll find out soon enough.

 Anyway, I continue scrolling Daniels email and finally reach travel itinerary. This ought to be good. First thing I see is the price. Over twenty thousand dollars for my plane ticket. Second thing that screams at me are words ‘private jet’. No way in hell Daniel agreed to that. No way in hell the company agreed to that. Not that I would mind travelling like royalty but I know this cannot be real. Last time they didn’t even approve my direct flight to Europe and I had to make two, TWO stops so they could save hundred bucks. 

 What I can’t find is the date and time of my trip. Well considering I have never travelled on private jet that might be normal but I need that information to make plans and prepare. 

 “Hey Dan. So I got the itinerary and I am little, actually a lot confused.”

 “Hey sexy, what don’t you understand this time?” His over-the-top bored voice gets my blood boiling that very second.

 “Private jet? No date or time?” I say trying to keep this conversation as short as possible.

 “Wow, you can read! Yes, private jet. And as for date and time, Mr. Barraza requested as soon as possible so get off your ass and start moving.” It’s hard to miss the anger and envy in his voice. Why though? Did he want to do the piece on him? Does he want to go himself? I think I am giving this asswipe too much credit, probably just me travelling like this is getting on his over-stretched nerves. 

 “I can be at the airport by noon.”

 “There should be black Lincoln waiting in front of your building as we speak so move it.” He is unable to hide the sneer in his voice.

 “Thanks, bye,” I hang up and scream “ASSWIPE” at the end. 

 I don’t feel better but I feel lighter somehow.

 I am staring at the Lincoln from my window and can’t shake the creepy feeling that they actually revealed my address to some random people. I am pretty sure this is not allowed and borderlines as criminal activity. They revealed my personal information to a third party. 

 I know I should report this but if I lose this opportunity because of that I would kick myself like Muhammad Ali on shrooms.

 Or maybe I deal with it when I get back. 

 WAIT!

 I open the itinerary again and there it is in big bold letters -ONE-WAY-TRIP-.