It was early evening when Nadia pulled up at the Los Angeles International Airport.
I spent a few extra minutes in the vehicle conversing with Denise.
"That is very risky," the woman berated, nearly sounding hysterical.
"Yes, but it should pay off. I can make it spit out my prize."
There was silence from the other side for several seconds, and a helpless smile cut across my lips as I knew my POA was currently feeling powerless.
The Rolls-Royce grabbed a lot of attention as it came to a stop, and as I stepped out, making my way toward the sleek black jet ahead, I could feel several gazes landing on me.
"Not very private," I said, stopping before a female in a blue uniform, her fitted trousers showing off her generous hips.
"We have nothing to hide," the woman replied, her gaze flicking toward the airport staff in the distance.
"I'm Captain Kelly. Welcome aboard my ship."
"A female pilot," I muttered, ignoring her outstretched hand and walking past the woman.
