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)
“Nah, not today at least. Jude is working with the government on a facial recognition software deal. He’s trying the prototype on the plane as well as Johnny’s club in order to iron out all the kinks before he hands the software over to the big wigs.” I place my hand in my pocket, thankful to be able to wear clothes that don’t constrict me. No more jackets, no more hat, no more always looking put together no matter where you are in an airport. Except for the night with Maci, I’d had enough. Liam and I both were over the proprietary bullshit. He’d known for a long time I was looking to get out of the corporate field, and that day solidified it more than ever.
I got my ass verbally handed to me after leaving the hotel room. I’d been in my full uniform, so it wasn’t then they’d decide to give me shit. It was from the night before when I’d had enough, delay after delay, a plane that should have been retired, yet they kept Band-Aiding the damn thing. It got so bad the plug door wouldn’t close. I’d had enough. I called it in, and then the storms got heavier, which grounded us for the night. I’d been working fourteen days straight, only taking the required time off, and the clothes became tighter with each pressing minute. The tie came off, the buttons came undone, and the jacket was abandoned and stuffed in my bag.
When they wrote me up, I said fuck it and gave them my two weeks’ notice. They in turn told me it wasn’t necessary, and my marching orders were delivered. Goes to show you what a corporation truly feels about you. You’re a dime a dozen, and it doesn’t matter how much you give, they’ll take until you’re all used up.
“Cool, I’ll do the exterior walk-around if you haven’t yet?” he asks.
“Hadn’t gotten that far. Everything is good at the control tower. After we do our pre-checks, we’re good.” I need to talk to the guys at our next round table meeting about potentially bringing Liam in as a business partner instead of a co-pilot; it would be worth-fucking-while. There would be some red tape with how to deal with the financial aspect, but I’m thinking it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have him when there are times I’m not available, so he can make the day-to-day decisions, too. The only bad part about this being a just me and him endeavor is not having a second for the other when we need to have a life outside of work. A subject I brought up last night and one I really want to sit down and look at the books to see what we can do to make it happen.
Which means we’re going to have to look at adding a third into the business once we have a few more months under our belt and a staff that doesn’t come from an agency. You never know what you’ll get with that direction, and there have been times we’ve received a few attendants who were less than desirable. Fuck, one was an absolute disaster. I thought for sure we’d lose our paying customers after the flight attendant decided to sit down and do nothing for the entirety of the trip. It was like the woman was an ornament piece. She didn’t tell them a damn thing, didn’t offer so much as a drink. Needless to say, I let Liam take the controls and helped out where I could, and the minute we were on the tarmac, she was relieved of her duties and the hiring agency heard a fucking earful.
“I’ll do that now. Good to see you, Jude.” Liam gives him a wave and then heads outside.
“Later, Liam.” Jude finishes tightening the screw and steps off the stool he must have brought with him. I wait a beat until the coast is clear, watching as he puts his tools away in his bag and wondering how he was able to seamlessly tap into the plane’s wiring without making a mess out of shit. While Jude helps out with Jagged Edge Constructions, he usually doesn’t fuck with the electrical side of things. Unless he has recently in order to help solidify this contract; it would definitely make sense, and Jude is known for crossing his t’s and dotting his i’s.
“Hey, Jude, got a question,” I state after the coast is clear. I don’t want anyone to hear about me essentially stalking the woman I can’t stop thinking about. Do you know how many variations of the name Maci there are, not to mention the amount? Believe me, I’ve searched just about every social media with all the ones I can come up with and still couldn’t find her. It pissed me off that she’s this elusive, and after sitting on this for weeks too long, I’m finally ready to ask for help.