The sun kissed her skin the moment she stepped out of the plane. They were in luck, the weather was absolutely favorable and stunning.
It had been a comfortable flight and quite memorable. She had been on a plane before, particularly when flying from New Orleans to Manhattan for college, but it wasn't a first-class ticket. She was given champagne and when she leaned into the seat, she instantly fell asleep. Mr. Ryker sat beside her, typing away on his laptop and not uttering a word. She was alright with that. After all that happened the previous day, it was probably best that they gave each other some space. She wasn't yet given instructions on what she was meant to do, or why he had asked (or better yet, commanded) her to accompany him specifically. She didn't really care. As long as he
