Daniel
It was going to be a long afternoon – and evening. MetroLab’s representatives had something against me, putting me right next to this evil b***h. Since the plane was packed, there was no option but to follow the ticket numbers.
Selina Hawke had made sure she was wearing the tightest and shortest pencil skirt. Thankfully, she attempted to look decent with her matching blazer. I buckled myself onto my seat and prepared to review my reports. The flight was not going to take long – less than an hour – I assured myself.
Flights to Oak City, or the city as we preferred to call it, were primarily cheap. It did not make sense to buy first-class tickets when you would have gotten up not long after you boarded. The money could have been spread out to the rest of the team. But there it wa
