CHAPTER 3
While the passenger seated beside her slept, Chelsea pulled out the workbook assignments Clark had emailed her last week. Typically, she wouldn’t want to write anything so personal with strangers looking over her shoulder, but her neighbor was dead to the world, the aisle was twice as wide as the ones in coach, so Chelsea had all the privacy she could want.
She’d met Clark last year, covering a story about the digital nomad lifestyle. Clark was based in Boston, but he’d set up his online coaching practice so he could travel the world. After their interview, she’d been intrigued by him and the raving testimonials of his clients, so she signed up for an initial coaching consult. She’d been his student for only about six months, and already Clark had called her for their coaching
