She swallowed. “And it’s just this Spencer guy, no one else? I’m uhh…not great with crowds.”
I smiled. “Just the three of us.”
27
ELLE
We were stillten hours away from our meeting with Spencer Friedman and my heart was already racing.
How the hell did this happen?
I was supposed to be spending my weekend working on the event of the year—which not only my job depended on, but my entire career. Somehow my little lie over dinner last night got me into a colossal mess.
What am I supposed to say?
What if Spencer Friedman looks into me? Asks about my background?
Overthinking.You are overthinking this, Elle. Just breathe, and wing it.
Scott’s arms wrapped around me from behind as we stepped up to check in for our flight. “You’re not afraid of flying are you?”
“Hmm? Oh no. Just got my mind on work, that’s all.”
“I know. I appreciate you coming with me. I imagine it will be a little bit of a power play tonight over dinner. Spencer will grill me, I’m going to grill him and by the end of it, it’ll look like we got nowhere but I assure you, I never waste my time.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“Think of it as good practice for when you meet with Donovan. I’ll even go with you if you’d like.”
I handed my driver license to the attendant and turned to Scott in an effort to distract him from looking at it. Smirking shrewdly, I replied, “I don’t need help with my pitches Mr. Weston, but appreciate the offer.”
He laughed. “Ouch. Okay, noted. But in all fairness, I was thoroughly prepared to handle it, but it would be selfish of me not to spread the opportunity out to you.”
The woman smiled and handed my I.D. back to me. “Here are your boarding passes. Enjoy your flight.”
“Thank you,” Scott took our bags and led me away from the line while I held our tickets.
First class. Of course.
Well, at least I’d be able to take the edge off with a drink before we land.
“How did you get us seats together up here when you already had your flight booked?” I asked, settling into my window seat in the second row.
“I always book out two seats when I travel for a meeting. I do a lot of work on the plan and it’s all highly confidential. I can’t risk anyone peering at my screen.”
“Good morning, can I get you both a drink or breakfast just after takeoff?”
“Two Bloody Mary’s please,” Scott answered for us.
The attendant nodded and disappeared behind the curtain.
After what was probably another twenty minutes, the plane started to rumble and move backwards slowly. My breath caught when it picked up speed and I gripped the hand rest. Heavens, how could I have forgotten about my fear of flying?
“There’s good Wi-Fi on this airline, feel free to work on your proj—Isabel?”
I shook my head. I had no idea what for. If it was turning down the offer to work or that I was letting him know that I was not okay.
“W-why are we moving so fast? Why is it so loud?”
