*Shelby*
It was hard to say goodbye to Michael, but once we were boarding the plane that would take us down to Mexico, my mood improved slightly.
The jet looked fabulous. It was modern and sleek, and I couldn't help but feel proud of Michael and the way he ran his company.
I took a seat near the back so I could be closer to the flight attendants, leaving the others to socialize toward the front. It was just what I needed, a small nook that was slightly closed off from the rest.
“And the dude just kept getting in my way! They should remove the speed limit entirely, like in Germany," Ryan cried out, interrupting my thoughts as I settled in and took out my laptop to do some work during the flight.
From the constant bragging and frequent bravado shows he put up at the office, I gathere
