Emma
The rotor blades of the helicopter whirs loudly as it touches down on the helipad.
It's the first time I'm in a helicopter. At the last minute, Knox changed his mind and decided to use his helicopter.
He decided we would use his helicopter because he doesn't want to go through the hassle of checking into the airport to board our flight.
Even though my nerves are jittery over flying a helicopter, I don't have a choice. I'm just his executive assistant.
A luxurious car pulls up in front of us just as we're stepping down from the helicopter.
The driver steps out, gets the door open for Knox and I, then he keeps our bags in the trunk.
I ease into the plush leather seat of the car, breathing out. Knox settles beside me, opening his laptop. From where I'm seating I can make out the w
