My name is Skylar Aguilar and I'm the newest member on Team Griff. What I didn't know twenty four hours ago was that Griff Simmons had purposely searched me out to add to his team. I had met him in a bar and after some promises and begging I turned him down. But come the next morning he found me again and after more convincing I finally agreed. Only yesterday did I see dollar signs flash across my vision but now sitting on this plane I finally realize I could die performing this challenge.
Of course it wasn't that frightening; I base jump canyons for fun. I know I'll survive. What had me nervous was how I was supposed to win this decent for a team I've never even met before. I didn't get everyone's names but I knew enough. They were professional athletes and I had never even been on a team before. I hoped they didn't judge me too quickly.
My opponent is not only a pro but has been for years. She's supposedly this huge mega star who snowboards, base jumps, acts in movies, and is a business genius running her own clothing empire. And I'm some mechanic from the Bronx who does this on the side when money comes by. Pretty intimidating but I won't give in so easily. I know my heart is in a good place and I know my training won't fail me.
But for now I'm trapped inside of a private jet with Mr. Promises of Money, Griff Simmons. Oh, excuse me, THE Griff Simmons. After our contract signing and hanging around him for few constant hours I'm starting to paint a better picture of him. He wasn't just pressed on beating Team SSX, he was hell-bent and probably wouldn't stop at anything to get what he wanted. I should've seen that when he stalked me at my job. I have a feeling we won't be getting along and I'm not afraid to tell him what I'm thinking if he pushes all of the wrong buttons. He told me himself, I have what he needs and I know he won't give me up to easily. He traveled all the way to New York to get me.
We've been flying for an ungodly amount of hours and I know I'm going to be wired the second I step off this plane. Also excited to not listen to this whack-job for another set of twenty six hours. Apparently few of the other members that came to New York with Griff left earlier for Patagonia while we went over the contract, so they've most likely have been at the hotel for about ten hours or so; lucky them to not be trapped with him. I think I've done everything I could possibly think of to waste time from sleeping, to watching TV, using Griff's laptop, going through my shitty cell phone to even doing cardio up and down the aisle. I'm losing my fucking mind and then a heavenly voice of what must have been God spoke unto me.
"Please fasten your seatbelts; we will be landing in ten minutes."
I sigh in relief, "Ughh, thank you Jesus."
"You're a lose screw, you know that?" Griff asks.
I turn to him, "Me? You're the one that stalked me out in New York and flip shit anytime someone mentions SSX. Look your eyes get all squinty."
"They do not. You're the one that's been jogging up and down the aisle and doing pull ups on the overhead compartment."
"Yea well... you're a ginger."
"I'm starting to think you were a mistake."
"Your mom thought the same thing about you."
Oh yea, we're off to a great start.
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I couldn't sprint off the plane fast enough. After grabbing our luggage and tossing it into the SUV that waited for us we were on our way.
I looked out the window watching the city of Ushuaia pass us by. They say this is the southernmost city... little to no civilization after this. It's like seeing the end of the world. But it's beautiful here. It was a small concentrated city with a mountain range backdrop. I've been to Mexico and Canada but I never traveled so far from home. I was nervous yes but that was all gone watching the little living city pass me by.
