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**Isa I checked my plane ticket. First class. Just like everyone else going on the business trip to Brazil. We were launching Gabriella Luca's jewelry line in Rio de Janeiro first before promoting it in France. "What seat are you in?" I asked Myalin, praying that I was assigned to the same row and side as her. "C3," she responded. I grunted. "Damn" She peeked at my ticket. “Oh but at least you're right behind me and across the aisle. We'll still be able to chat a little when we get bored." I was getting nervous now. Up to this point, I had done a good job of avoiding Callan. He'd almost broken me when he cornered me in the office and confronted me about the fact that I was avoiding him. Fortunately, after I told him I needed time to think, he did give me some space. Of course, I