Jack
It had been forty-eight hours since I last spoke to Allena.
When I offered her the secretary position, it felt like the only logical move. She was so aggressively stubborn about paying me back that I knew she’d end up trapped in another shady loan agreement if I didn't step in. Now? Now it was just a massive headache.
My flight left in less than two hours, and I was already standing by the door, coat in hand, with absolutely no sign of her.
I hit her contact and brought the phone to my ear.
"Good morning, Mr. Paul," she answered. Her voice was entirely too bright for this early in the morning.
"How are you getting to the airport?" I asked, bypassing the small talk.
"I see they skipped the unit on basic courtesy at whatever prep school you went to," she fired back, completely un
