After having a tantrum in court that lands him in contempt, Chad Barrington is forced to seek counseling and take two months off. Unable to work, this top notch lawyer decides to go on vacation and sooth his battered ego. Chad quickly learns that it...
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When the police cleared the room, and the hotel staff removed everything that was broken, Chad strolled back into his suite and took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him. He strolled through the living room which was obviously a little more spacey than it was just hours ago. He didn't have the heart to tell anyone that it was him who trashed the place after a fight with his ex rather than some random burglar looking for something valuable. He had to think about what he was going to do, but his first action he decided would be packing to leave. The place just wasn't the same without the Andersons and especially Rachel. Chad slowly put all his clothes and items from the bathroom into his bags, it took him less than an hour to pack and head down for the lobby to check out. As he rolled up with both of his bags, the manager was surprised to see him.
"When does your flight leave?" the manager asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Chad answered honestly, "I'll find out when I get to the airport and rebook it."
"How spontaneous," the manager said, taking the keys from the client and processing his charges. "We've discounted over half of your charges, to apologize for the spider incident as well as the break in."
"I appreciate that," Chad said passing over his last black card, "You can charge them to this card, thank you."
"I can honestly say it was a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Barrington." The manager said, as he handed him the receipt. "We don't judge our guest by whether they were good or bad, but whether or not they were boring. I can say many things about your stay, Mr. Barrington, but boring is not one of them."
"That's not a word I'd use to describe it as well," Chad agreed, "I will miss this place until the day I return."
"I can certainly speak for everyone," the manager replied, "That we all eagerly await for the time that day comes."
"As do I," Chad said, shaking his hand. "Thank you for your kind service and for putting up with me."
"Good journeys, Mr. Barrington," the manager said, with a slight bow.
Chad carried his own bags away and hopped back onto the very same bus that had shuttled him to the resort. He was checking out a few days early, but he had had his fill of paradise and was confident he would return someday as he watched the large facility fade off in the distance as the shuttle drove off. It took the shuttle about twenty minutes in light traffic to get to the airport. Once he was in the terminal, Chad walked up to the booth for his airline, ticket in hand.
"Good evening, Sir." The lady said, "Can I help you?"
"I need to reschedule this flight," Chad said handing over the tickets.
"Of course," The lady said, taking them from. "I do have to let you know that changing with little notice will incur surcharges."
"I'm okay with that," Chad said, "I'd just like the next flight back to the United States as soon as possible."
