Lance took his seat near the window. They were on their way to Thailand first class compliments of Venus. The entire first-class section was filled with various Venus employees, from makeup and hair stylists to wardrobe specialists, stage hands, and of course Iris who, like Lance, liked to oversee all aspects of the shoot.
Lance accepted the newspaper the steward offered. As he was flipping through the pages, he couldn’t help noticing just how tense Cassia was. She was sitting in her seat rigid and stiff, her face white as a ghost and her hand clutching the arms of her seat. She was breathing quick and shallow while sweat beaded on her forehead.
“Are you ok?” He asked concerned. She looked like she was going to hyperventilate and pass out.
“I told you,” she said her voice trembling, “
