Under Control (FreenBecky)

Chapter 12: The Flight

Everything was in order with the documents, therefore, there were no obstacles to leaving.

I took my cell phone, not wanting to put off my spontaneous decision until tomorrow, opened the list of recent calls, looking for an unknown number that had called earlier, and dialed it.

"Yes, Freen" the man answered after the first ring "And you make decisions quickly!" He fell silent, waiting for my answer.

"I'll go, Mr. Armstrong" I said decisively.

"Well, that's great!" he praised, approving my choice; from his sweet intonation it was clear to me that a smug smile now adorns his face. Having clarified a couple of organizational points, we said goodbye.

I walked around the apartment, unable to find a place for myself, trying to calm down the nervousness that suddenly appeared after the call.

How paradoxical it all turned out, as soon as I consciously made a decision that was not at all easy for me - to not give a damn about my career, to break the terms of the contract, and all in order to no longer see those delightful green eyes that make my heart beat faster, how Fate itself, not at all wanting to stand on ceremony, pushes me into its devilish arms.

My mother's so unexpectedly burned down car, without my participation, put into place all the questions hanging in the air, I could not help but help her, knowing how important this work is for her, and now having such an opportunity, practically without straining, either mentally or physically , in such a short time to earn a large amount of money, it would be completely stupid to refuse.

I stop near the window, open it wide, leaning on my hands, pull myself up a little to sit up and comfortably place my butt on a fairly wide window sill, eagerly take in the slightly dusty night air of the metropolis with my nostrils, watching the rare firefly cars flickering in the distance.

I adore the night, the time when the entire city falls into hibernation, shrouded in a cloud of darkness. Secrets are born in it, prohibitions are destroyed, and I feel truly free in it.

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Early morning. I throw a heavy bag into the trunk, returning it to its place with a loud bang. The decision to go to the airport in my own car came unexpectedly; all the obvious advantages were outweighed by one, but quite significant, disadvantage - the ability to find a good parking place for such a short period of time, and this would obviously make me nervous, but, nevertheless, my passion for driving, especially on empty morning highways, when your ears absorb the sounds of your favorite music, and the hand holding the steering wheel clearly beats the rhythm and takes over.

I was lucky with parking! My wide smile melted the heart of the young guard, and he, smiling back with restraint, allowed me to take one of the three remaining places.

Having quickly parked, fearing that he might suddenly change his mind, I grabbed my bag and moved towards the desired terminal.

There were less than two hours left before takeoff, therefore, check-in for the flight should have already begun.

I went inside and looked around, wanting to find an online board that was supposed to inform me about the check-in counter.

Having received the necessary information, i headed in the right direction with a quick, confident step.

The terminal was surprisingly empty, apparently due to the early departure, and I had already covered half the required distance when I saw a painfully familiar silhouette in the distance. Confidence immediately left me, the speed of my steps decreased significantly, all attention was now concentrated on the back of her head, slender legs covered in tight skinny jeans, gracefully straightened shoulders. Quietly, almost creeping up, I approached them, gathering my courage, I squeezed out a modest 'hello'.