THE DESTRUCTION

chapter 1

"Can you move?" a voice behind me growls.

Startled, I turn toward the man behind me in the line. "I'm sorry?" I say in a fluster. "Did you want to get past?"

"No. I want these fucking idiots at the desk to hurry up. I'm going to miss my damn plane." He sneers, and I smell the alcohol wafting off him. "They make me sick."

I turn back to the front. Great, a drunk in the check-in line. Just what I need.

Bangkok Airport is bustling. Bad weather has delayed most of the flights, and to be honest, I wish they would delay mine. Then I could turn around and go back to the hotel and sleep for a week.

I am not in the mood for this shit.

I hear the man turn and complain to the people behind him, and I roll my eyes. Why are people so damn rude?

For another ten minutes, I listen to him bitch, sigh, and moan until I can take it no longer. I turn to him. "They are working as fast as they can. There's no need to be rude," I snap.

"What?" he yells as he turns his anger on me.

"Manners are free," I mutter under my breath.

"Manners are free?" he cries. "What are you, a schoolteacher? Or just a raving bitch?"

I glare at him. Oh, I dare all right. I've just spent the last forty-eight hours in hell. I flew across the world to go to a wedding, only to watch my ex-boyfriend drape himself over his new girlfriend. I'm in the mood to cut somebody today.

I scramble through my purse and dig out my passport and pass it over; he smiles as he looks at the photo. Oh man, that's the worst photo in all of history. "Did you see me on Most Wanted?" I ask.

"Possibly. That photo: Is it even you?" He laughs.

I smile, embarrassed. "I hope not. I'm in trouble if it is."

He types in my details. "Okay, so we have you flying to Mumbai today with a .. . He stops typing and reads.

"Uh-huh. Preferably not next to that man."

"He won't be going anywhere today," he replies as he continues to type at a ridiculous speed. "Other than the lockup."

"Why would you get drunk before coming to the airport?" I ask. "He hasn't even been inside to the airport bars yet."

"You would be surprised by what goes on around here," he sighs.

I smile; this guy is nice.

He prints off my tickets. "I've upgraded you."

"What?"

"First class, as an apology for him mishandling your bag and for misbehaviour."

My eyes widen. "Oh, that's not necessary . . . really," I stammer.

He hands the tickets over and smiles broadly. "Enjoy your flight."

"Thank you so much," I gush.

He gives me a wink, and I could just reach over and hug him. But of course I won't. I'll pretend that cool things like this happen to me every day.

"Thanks again." I smile.

Three hours later, I walked onto the plane like a rock star. I didn't end up
going into the VIP lounge because, well . . .

I look like crap. My long dark hair is up in a high ponytail, and I'm wearing black leggings, a baggy pink sunflower sweater , and tennis shoes, but I did fix my makeup a little, so that's something.
If I had known I was going to be upgraded, I would have at least tried to look the part and worn something swanky instead of looking like a homeless person. But anyway . . .. who cares? It's not like I'm going to see anyone I know.

I hand my ticket over to the flight attendant. "Just through the left aisle and to the right."

Thanks." I look at my ticket and walk through the plane and see my number.

1CA.

Damn it, I don't have a window. I get to my seat, and a man sitting next to the window turns to me. Big blue eyes greet me, and he smiles. "Hello."

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