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Asher makes her way through the sweaty sea of bodies, shoving her way through the crowded airport, in attempt to make it out of there as fast as possible and avoid the same irritating questions, glaring at anyone who dares threaten to speak to her.
'Hey sweetie, are you lost?'
'Where are your parents, kid?'
'Do you need help finding your mom?'
Asher shakes her head just thinking about the stupidity when all the tv's flash 'Breaking News' catching her eye, and the news reporter begins. "Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire." A picture of him appears on screen, showing him in his usual attire and signature monocle.
"Oh shit." Asher curses to herself, quickly pulling out her phone. '10 missed calls from Pogo' flashes on the screen. No wonder.
She stares at up at the tv for a moment, puzzled, confused. She was only gone for merely three days to Hawaii to pick up something up for the old man, and now he's dead??
She tears herself away and steps outside, the crisp air nipping at her neck as she searches for a free taxi. She strolls over to one as a woman gathers her luggage and shuts the trunk. Asher bends her head down the window and taps on it.
"Hello?" She snaps impatiently. The driver finally rolls down the window and she rattles off her address.
"Uh, yeah right." The driver, a man who appears in his forties maybe, chuckles. "Get lost kid."
Asher grates her teeth together as she takes a deep breath, singeing the dollar bills crumpled her hand. She slaps a hundred on the dash of the car causing the man's eyes to light up.
"Hop in."
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As the car pulls up to the mansion, Asher grabs her backpack and quickly hops out, Pogo the resident talking monkey, but most importantly who Asher see's as more of a grandpa, is waiting for her at the door.
"Welcome home, Master Asher." He embraces her warmly and she accepts, for Pogo of course. "I tried calling." He says, giving her a look.
She looks up at him, clearing her throat. "We have much to discuss I presume."
"Ah, yes." He nods, moving them out of the doorway and shutting the door behind them. "But you should get some rest." He reminds her of her long flight and exhaustion beginning to fog her brain. "We can discuss more tomorrow when the other's arrive." He informs.
Asher huffs, the thousands of questions she has she would rather have answered now.
"All of them?" She asks, not minding seeing most as she does periodically anyways, having kept in touch with mostly everybody. Everybody except one.
