Driving another ten minutes, I make it to the small private airport out in the middle of nowhere, it seems. My father's jet's already waiting for me. He said nine, yet it's 8:40. He must have sent it as soon as we hung up. He knows I'm an ass about timing too.
Perfect. I'm the type to be early everywhere I go. Fifteen minutes early to me is being on time; anything later is running late. Same way my boss thinks.
Stopping beside the stairs leading up to the plane, I'm greeted by the usual copilot.
"Good evening, Mr. Masters."
"Hello Trey, thanks for stopping by."
"No problem, sir. Are we taking the Jeep or parking it?"
"I'd like to bring it unless my father lined up a vehicle for me?"
"Yes, I uh, believe he has reserved you a car."
Staring into his guilty, coffee-colored brown eyes,
