Chapter 8
EMILY
Thursday afternoon
Sevin eventually gives me an answer to my question.
Too bad I was an hour too late to stop that answer from happening, and because of Ben and too much wine, I wasn’t early enough to stop my boss from sending me to Arizona.
Arizona.
All to play babysitter to a client.
I should have asked for more money.
“Good afternoon passengers,” the captain’s voice rings out over the intercom. “This is your captain speaking. We are now beginning our descent into Sky Harbor International Airport, your final destination. The time is 3:25 pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side we are expecting to land approximately fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. Forecast in Phoenix is…”
I want to tell him the forecast is “drunk and unbelievably outraged.
