I step towards my office.
“Mr Lockwood called,” Michael says.
I pause, turning to face him. “He’d like to schedule an appointment to go over the project brief with you.”
I’m not sure I have the mental capacity to deal with Jaxson before I leave. Plus, my schedule is packed between now and Monday.
“That’s fine,” I say. “Arrange a meeting for when I get back.”
“Already done.” I begin moving again. “He sent across a list of questions he would like answered. I’ve sent them to your inbox.”
“Thank you, Michael, I’ll take a look,” I say. “Is everything finalised for Monday?”
He nods. “The jet and flight plan are set. The hotel is expecting you. I’ve arranged meetings with the manager and relevant staff for you to go over the issues that were raised in the report.”
The problems are more a funding issue than a staffing problem. They need money invested, something the previous owners had withheld. This could all be done over the phone or via video link, but the need to get away, escape is riding me hard. A week out of the office will do me good, allow me to reset. Allow me to face Jaxson Lockwood.
“Perfect. Can you forward me the itinerary?” I say.
“In your inbox.”
“Thank you,” I say, disappearing into my office and waiting for my next meeting to start.
CHAPTER 8
KAT
“Ms Kathryn, welcome on board,” Claudia says.
“Thank you, Claudia. It’s good to see you again.”
I make my way into the family jet and place my laptop on the table. I’m glad, for once, we have a bedroom. I hope I can finish up what I need to do, and then get some much-needed sleep.
“I’ll leave you to it,” she says. “Captain says we’ll be ready for take-off in a few minutes. Can I get you anything?”
I drag my water bottle out of my bag and shake it.
“I’m good.”
I need to keep my wits about me. I have too much to do, however tempting several gin and tonics sound right about now.
I take my seat and strap in as the engines begin to whirl. It’s a good thing I don’t mind flying. This job certainly has me racking up air miles.
I lean back and close my eyes as we take to the sky. The change in pressure makes my ears pop, and my stomach sink.
As the plane rights itself, the door at the back of the cabin opens. I sit up sharply, my heart rate increasing.
I turn my head sharply.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I say, my voice sharp.
“You’ve refused to take my calls.”
He folds his arms over his chest before dropping into the seat opposite me.
“Now I have your undivided attention.”
“You know it’s illegal to stow away.”
