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Knock knock "You guys OK in there?"
"We're fine," Mike shouted back
"Well, excuuuuse lare at the door, then a look at her watch, and Krysta said, "Let's go get a coffee Fuck him"
"I alot two lattes, would it take her mind off Jeremy as well? The only way to knoas to follow Krysta to Starbucks and hope
Chapter Nine
Flying coach? He did a double-take reading his ticket He hadn't flown coach in thirteen years Lydia should have known better; Matt Jones couldn't fly on the corporate jet, so he'd accepted the cattle call of mass travel, but coach was its own form of hell Business class, at the very least, hat he expected
Snob That was his dad's voice in his head, and he had to laugh at hih For a twenty percent spike in sales he'd fly coach
Being seated in front of the only toddler on the plane e, to boot Whee! Frequent flyer perk He'd have to thank Lydia later As he sank down into his seat, shoulders pinned in andalready in anticipation of the cramped quarters, he buckled his seatbelt, one of the last to do so on the overbooked plane
And thenwar into his ass Fu for the seatbelt, he unlocked it as fast as he could and stood, whacking his head on the luggage rack, right on the eye socket
"God daht attended eyed hiood old visit with Homeland Security courtesy of TSA He heard their coffee sucked, but the strip search would kok prostitute blush
"Sir, is there a probleht attendant appeared as if conjured frouy was burly and concerned Not concerned for Mike's welfare, but rather concerned for the other passengers
The bouncer of the plane, basically
Mike pointed to his seat "It's soaked! There's some sort of liquidon – " If he were a woman, he'd have shuddered Instead, he clenched his fists and spoke through gritted teeth "I just sat in so I didn't put there, and now ht attendant clearly trying to fight laughter He reer version of Dominic, but with a ster The na read Anthony
"Sir, I don't knohat to tell you, but we're taxiing and federal aviation regulations require you to sit"
Private jets never had wet seats Private jets never h muscles into pretzels, orthe role of Matt Jones was tedious enough, but noas getting angry No ca; the producers had simply told hier And then Lydia booked him on this piece of shit plane
With a wet ass
"You're telling ry voice, "that you expect a consumer to sit in a puddle of undetermined liquid, liquid that could be someone else's body fluids, body fluids that could trans next to sawked, eyes ith alarm The word disease did the trick
He crossed his arain in that spot
Anthony picked up a small walkie-talkie attached to the wall and pushed a button Mumbled a feords Turned his attention back to Mike "We have no other options, sir, unless you want to go on a later flight"
No time "So your clean-up crew dropped the ball and you expect s, and for my business to lose money because your business couldn't do the most basic of tasks?" A man and a woman in suits, obviously air warriors who flew frequently, did a polite clap
All passenger eyes were on him and Anthony now A small child pointed to Mike's ass and said, "Mo potty?" Titters made Mike close his eyes and breathe carefully before he turned into a raging bull