ALICE
Friday came sooner than I expected.
Because the flight was after work, I had to keep my luggage in my car, and then I drove to the airport to meet with Mr. Linden-Hawthorne. He had a meeting before closing time, which he went alone to, so I had to make my own way there.
I parked my car outside the airport, then headed inside.
The jet was already waiting on the tarmac. I passed the travel lounge, ignoring the tempting smell of coffee coming from the bar, and I stepped outside to reach the plane.
I looked up and saw him watching me from the window. I tried to ignore how my nerves were all shot to hell, but ended up pausing at the bottom of the steps. What was I doing here? Was I really going to travel to a whole ass foreign country with Theodore Linden-Hawthorne, my asshole of
