Gabriella
“I wouldn't need to be an ass if you would do as you're told the first time."
Doing her best to not interfere, Angie nodded and walked toward the front of the plane. If my memories could be trusted, there was a third seat in the cockpit. On shorter trips with only two people manning the flight, the attendant often went to the front to give the passengers some space.
Damien's dark blue stare stayed fixed on me as he buckled his seat belt, and I buckled mine.
“I wonder," I said, “if this campaign isn't a mistake."
“It's not."
The plane began to move.
“I'm concerned," I said. “What if it doesn't work out the way you and Mr. Sherman think it will?"
“There is more riding on this than your position. I can't think of anyone who is more capable than you."
“Then I don't und
