Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Okay.”
“Well, I threw your name in the hat. They responded and said they looked up your credentials. Everything is a go. So, as long as you don’t mind working three or four days straight at a time, you’re in with me.” My mouth opens and closes, trying to come up with the right words to say. Samuel has no idea what this means to me. Even if I’m only able to do this once a month, the extra cash will help significantly. I must not say anything fast enough because he starts going into more details. “This is a transcontinental flight. We’ll leave from Florida, fly to New York to pick up the passengers, and then head to California, where we’ll have a five-hour layover. The company we’re working for caters to a lot of the higher-ups in the political world. We’re seen and not heard. We have to sign a non-disclosure agreement, too. The benefits far outweigh the cons, I promise. Especially since we each receive a grand for the trip. I mean, it’s taxed, but not the bonus type of tax where they take more than half.” With that, Samuel sits back, drops his tablet in his bag, and further waits me out.
“I’m in. All I need is the location, the time, and where I need to sign.” I’m really going to have to start taking my car and leaving it in the airport parking lot. It was a great thought at first, but in instances like these, we had zero delays even with the turbulence and wind. Dad essentially brought me to work for no other reason except he wanted to, and since they’ve done literally everything for me, I couldn’t say no. Plus, he did bring up great points. My car sitting in a parking lot when it could be in the detached garage at my parents’ house, protecting it from the sun and sometimes a hailstorm, were in the plus column.
“I’ve already air dropped it to your phone, which should also be on your tablet,” Samuel says as if he knew the answer already. He’s really gone out on a limb and helped me more than the so-called friends I had in Vegas ever did. Looking back, I stayed when I truly wasn’t welcome, an outsider looking in, lost in a world that wasn’t meant for me. I’ve learned a lot about myself, that I didn’t truly love Chad the chode, I’d become comfortable and didn’t want to see it. I also learned that I’m beyond butt hurt that Tysen never used my phone number and now I’m the one looking for him at every corner I turn. Life is a bitch that way.
“Perfect.” I unlock the screen, see the document is waiting for me to accept. The airline allows us to have full use of the wi-fi package, and from what I’m told, that’s a very rare opportunity. It’s slow as molasses, but free is free, and you won’t find me complaining.
I should absolutely do a more thorough read through of the document, but do I? Nope, I don’t. The money is too good, and I can keep my mouth shut. Besides, the only person other than my parents who I talk to is sitting beside me. I do a quick peruse of the contract, quickly scrolling to the bottom, then pen my name. I press the done button and close down my tablet before dropping it back into my bag.
“You’ll do great. You can call me the fairy gay-mother here to sprinkle magic dust in the form of dollar bills. Now, let’s get this flight done. We’ll work out the logistics once the passengers disembark.” Samuel unclips his seatbelt. I follow his lead, trying not to laugh at the vision he just described. It’s only because the light goes off to allow passengers to take their seatbelt off that has me remaining composed. He must have felt the plane even out, or maybe his Spidey senses told him we’d be getting back to work. Either way, we both do. I’ll ask him any other questions once we’re through for the day.
“Attention passengers, you are now free to move about the cabin. We’re set to land on time, and the rest of the way should be smooth sailing,” the pilot comes across the speaker, and that puts us in action. A lot of passengers are scurrying to the restroom, some are standing up to stretch, others are sleeping, and then some are distracted by a device of some sort of the other. Luckily, we’ve already been through the drink and snack part of our flight. All that’s left is to see if they have any trash along with anything else that arises.
And in the back of my mind, the very tiny corner, I’m left wondering what Tysen is currently doing and kicking myself all over again for thinking about the guy who’s permanently engrained in my skin.