Chapter 37
While Dorian and Mikey were frantically grappling with a full-blown riot back at the company headquarters, Allie was simultaneously touching down at LAX. She had been forced to take a commercial flight—a true rarity—because the main company jet was currently grounded for urgent maintenance.
It had been years, maybe even a decade, since Allie had endured the indignities of standard economy travel. The short hop from Las Vegas to Los Angeles was barely an hour, but squeezed into a fully booked Allegiant Air flight, Allie was anything but comfortable. The cramped seat, the persistent drone of the engines, and the faint, stale odor of recycled air only amplified her irritation.
As Allie finally managed to deplane, shuffling up the accordion-like ramp and into the brightly lit ter
