“The aircraft is available, sir,” Greg announced the moment Ranya stepped out of his office into the reception area. Valerie followed closely, holding a work tablet.
For a moment, Valerie stared at Mr. Windsor, shocked. Were they going somewhere far enough to warrant using his private jet? How come she wasn’t informed?
“I don’t need it, Greg. Get the car ready,” Ranya replied.
“But sir...” Greg tried to say, surprised that Ranya intended to go to Washington without the private jet.
“Is the car ready?” he asked, interrupting Greg.
“It is always available, sir,” Greg responded, and Ranya nodded, signifying that he could leave.
Valerie finally found the time to talk to her boss. “Sir, where are we heading?”
“Washington,” Ranya said, turning to her and smiling.
“What for, sir?” Valerie
