Samantha's pov
The intercom blared out the pilot’s voice, telling us to prepare for landing.
“Finally.” I snapped my magazine shut. “Can't wait to get the hell out of this plane.”
A few moments later, the plane rolled to a stop on the tarmac. I texted my driver as I made my way out of the airport, cradling a cup of s**t coffee in my cold hands. Internally, I cursed that bastard Reno for making me come all the way here.
The flight from Boston was as uncomfortable as it could get. Despite the spacious first class seat, the impeccable hosting and the luxury treatment, my mind was swirling in chaos and anger.
Just as I stepped outside the sliding doors, it began to rain.
“What the actual f**k?” I screeched, stepping back into shelter. “Where the hell is this driver, anyway?”
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