Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
You would think that, as his assistant, he should at least tell me who it is we’re going to meet in North Woods. I’m going to have to familiarize myself with whatever business dealings they’ve had just so I don’t look like a complete imbecile during this meeting.
I stare out the window while Dawson makes some last-minute arrangements beside me. Something about his mood is sour. I’m normally not excited about going to business meetings, and we left in such a frenzy that the tension is lingering around us. I want him to say something to cut through it; just some kind of explanation about what’s going on would do.
The limo stops at a private airport, and we get out. It’s small, and there are several private jets and planes on the tarmac, with a few employees roaming around moving luggage to and from.
“We’re flying private?” I ask as we hurry into the airport.
“It’s the only way I travel,” Dawson replies, his voice somewhat short as he presses a hand between my shoulder blades and forces me to walk ahead of him.
Everything happens quickly as we check in for the flight, and we’re promptly led to a brilliantly white jet on the tarmac. My head is spinning as we board the plane and buckle up to prepare for takeoff.
I have no idea what’s going on. Honestly, nearly every day I’m in the office, I don’t know what’s going on. But right now, I feel especially out of the loop.
By the time we’re 1200 feet in the air and cutting through the clouds, I unbuckle my seatbelt and eagerly open the flap on the window to look out. I’ve never flown before, and looking down at the city from this high up is exhilarating. A wide smile grows on my face as I stare down at everything below me. Every cell in my body is tingling, and I can’t tell if it’s from excitement or absolute terror.
Dawson watches me, and I quickly try to make myself appear unfazed by all of this. Dawson flies all the time, and people in his position are used to flying private. They’re used to this luxury. I’m not. And I realize that makes me look a little foolish to him.
So, I look out at the leather seats and luxurious amenities with a level of disinterest. I try to play it off like it means nothing to me.
Dawson can clearly see I’m trying to cover up my excitement, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He just looks between me and his phone constantly.
His phone is ringing off the hook. The ringer was on at first, but after a few unanswered text messages, he turned it off. I can still hear the vibration as it rattles against his hands, though.
Time ticks by on the flight, and Dawson is very distracted by whatever is going on on his phone. I can only assume it has something to do with why we’re making such a last-minute trip.
I pull out my laptop and start doing some research on his clients to try to figure out who it is we’re going to meet. If anything, I assume that Dawson would be impressed with this level of dedication to the job. If he’s not going to tell me what we’re doing, I’m going to find out for myself.
“Oh my,” I say to myself as I open up Dawson’s work email to start my investigation.
“What is it?” Dawson asks, immediately leaning forward and looking at the screen. His eyes narrow when he sees exactly what I’m seeing. At least a dozen emails, all from his father that have come in within the past fifteen minutes. While we’re looking, a new one pops up with the subject line where are you???
“Is that who’s been calling you?” I ask, feeling a pit growing in my stomach.
“Don’t worry about it. Just log out of the email until I tell you to log back in,” Dawson says, watching me as I drag my finger over the trackpad and log out.
When the email is logged out, he grabs my laptop from me and puts it in his briefcase, locking it away. I’m about to open my mouth to say something about it, but he tosses me a look that keeps my mouth shut. Whatever is going on, he doesn’t want me asking questions.
I lean back against the seat and try to put these pieces together. He’s ignoring his father for some reason. We’re making an emergency flight out of the city, and he didn’t tell anyone about it. There’s something I have to be missing. Some kind of puzzle piece that would put all of this into perfect harmony and clue me in on whatever chaos is happening now.
Dawson is hiding something. He gave me access to every part of his life to be his assistant, and now he’s trying to take it away from me. But what could he possibly be hiding?