The letters started six years ago, at the time when nobody believe in him, Blake had EJ to motivate him. Having never met his fan in person Blake devices what he considers a fail proof plan to find the boy. However he wasn't counting on multiple peo...
The weekend was over in the blink of an eye, Monday morning was back to being a hectic day for everyone at work. Mr Redwood had somehow forgotten to inform his team that there was an acquisition meeting in China on Thursday, making all the employees scramble to find last minute accommodations for those going on the trip.
"You're doing what?!" Claire yelled from her spot on the bed. Emily had enlisted her best friend's help with packing, but Claire was being as helpful as a lump of wood.
"I'm going away on a trip. Daliah can't go both her kids and Mary are sick right now, and as her assistant I am her representative Besides she said Blake would need a translator for the trip since it's so last minute they couldn't book a guide or anything." Emily explained holding up a blue and black dress for her friend to see.
"Ewww, no. You look like a kindergarten teacher in that. You're going to the other side of the world with that hunk of boss. Next."
Emily tossed it onto the side moving on to the next item. As she was pulling out her favorite jacket she was startled by a loud screeching noise of a dying banshee.
"Ohh my god! I just realized you called sexy boss man by his name! Are you two a thing after Saturday?" She squealed jumping up and down from her seat of the bed. She looked like a child who had too much sugar and was told she could still have dessert, eyes wide and a big grin on her face.
"No. I call Miss Stone, Daliah too." Emily pointed out and continued to ignore her friend and held up her jacket. She had spent Saturday with her boss and his nephew at the aquarium, surely that made them friends.
"I still can't believe hottie can't swim, I mean he is the cause of global warming."
Emily laughed at with her friends she remembered the conversation. Blake had admitted that he had never learned to swim after watching Jaws. His reasons being "Sharks can't get me if I'm not in the water."
She also remember how both he and Kenny had come to her rescue when one of the guys working the tide pools got too friendly and kept asking her for her number. Kenny going as far as calling her "mom" and Blake called her sweetheart. Even if she had only known him for a week, Blake and Kenny were beginning to grow on her, it was as if they had know each other for years.
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Now boarding flight 443 to Beijing. Proceed to gate 7.
Claire was an emotional wreck as they stood in front of terminal three. She knew her friend would be gone for the week but now that she was leaving she felt like a parent dropping off their child on the first day of school. Teary eyes and snotty nosed she let go of her friend and motioned for her terminal. One dramatic wave goodbye and Emily was on her way to China.
Blake sat in first class grateful his team had been able to pull off the last minute arrangements but frustrated because he had sent out a company email informing the whole building of the trip. The network needed some updating and he hoped that by the time he returned everything would be taken care of. A body sat next to him, completely out of breath and wheezing.
"Were you so eager to go you sprinted here?" He teased Emily, as she pulled out an inhaler.
"I...wrong...Claire...kill...sleep...late.." She panted finally being able to speak. Blake sat there looking at her with a raised brow.
" I was at the wrong terminal, and Claire tried to kill me this morning in my sleep because I forgot set my alarm making us late." She explained sitting back in her seat and buckling her seatbelt.
"Ladies and Gentlemen we will be taking off momentarily please take your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
Emily tucked herself into her seat, looked at Blake once more and then pulled down her hood to cover her face. Running from terminal three to terminal eight was a marathon, added to the fact that it was only six in the morning she needed more sleep and a gym membership.
"Good night, Mr Billionaire hot stuff." She mumbled as the plane took off and she dozed off to sleep.
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Chapters will be back up shortly. We are just goingthru a small adjustment.
