The last thing I saw before I passed out was her eyes.
She was so angry, and so hurt, all because of me.
I try to get up, only to be yanked back by the seat belt.
The cheery voice of the jet chimes on, "Air pressure in the cabin: restabilized! We will be arriving in Barcelona in three hours!"
"Fuck off."
I'm angry.
I have to be.
I don't know if I could put myself back together if I stopped.
She was so upset.
It doesn't matter, if she would rather drown in the Atlantic ocean than stay with me, that's not my problem.
We didn't even go on our date.
I don't fucking care.
Unbuckling the seatbelt, I stalk to the passenger cabin.
It's a mess.
The blankets on the floor, my clothes scattered around, the papers everywhere.
On the pad is her last questions,
'What is in Barcelona?'
'A Zoraxis colleague?'
How did she figure it out so fast?
Probably the earpiece.
...Earpiece?
I remember the last moments before it all went to hell.
She was whistling and tapping the side of her head, then she turned and I saw an earpiece.
When did she put that in?
It wasn't there when I put the headphones on her.
Who was she even talking to?
The jammer should have stopped all unapproved devices anyway.
Then I remembered when she smacked into the couch.
I heard something rattle, but I didn't think she had broken anything.
I move to the shelf and pull the book lever.
The couch raises up and sure enough, the jammer is dislodged.
Was that intentional?
Rage flares up my chest.
Of course it was.
But how would she know?
I ignore that in favor of keeping my rage burning hot.
It was all an act, what angers me most is how I was so easily fooled.
After I redress, I spend time gutting all the cameras on my jet.
I do this partly because I need something to do, and partly because I don't want anyone to find out what happened.
After I finish cleaning up, I spend the rest of the time seething.
It takes all the rage in me to keep going.
The jet lands and I storm down the steps.
Someone irrelevant walks up to me, "Good morning Mr. Juniper, can I help you with anything?"
"You? No. GIBSON!" I shout louder than I need to because it feels good to get out.
Gibson rushes over from beside the limo and walks with me.
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Romance'There's a ding from the speakers and the voice comes back, "We will be arriving in Barcelona in seven hours. Feel free to move about the cabin and enjoy your flight. What am I going to do for seven hours?' You're gonna fuck John Juniper, that's wha...
