Ryan Chandler is a 22-year-old woman with the aspiration to be successful in her music career. With this goal being so intensely weighed on her, she believes anything else must come after it-including her romantic relationships. But when a special p...
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Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport
Once his elongated flight had landed, Quincy rushed himself out the airport after going through baggage claim. There was an extreme amount of space, but he had still found himself colliding with strangers who were too consumed in their devices to look at their surroundings, and he quickly found this bothersome.
He could've been at fault, too, since a strong jet-lag hit him as soon as his foot touched the ground. But to be fair, that is what an almost 6 hour flight would do to someone.
His father notified him that his personal driver would be right outside the doors, but also mentioning to call him once he enters the car. He kept this request in mind, making his way out the doors of the airport.
Just like it was insured, a Suburban SUV was parked closely by the doors, clearly being for him. Quincy chuckled, mumbling a "fancy" under his breath and entering the back seat of the car after storing his suitcase in the unlocked trunk. He took a quick glance at the driver, sending a swift head nod his way.
Though his face and demeanor screamed seriousness and intimidation, he returned it with a small smile and then placed his hands on the wheel to begin the route.
Remembering his dad's message, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialed the number and waited for a response only for a moment.
"Hey, son, you landed?" His father's voice entered his ear.
Quincy nodded, "Yeah, I'm in the car now. I don't have any meetings today already, right?"
"Oh, no, you're good. All you're doing is settling in today before your business meetings tomorrow." His dad announced. This made Quincy sigh in relief. The last thing he was in the mood for was business, although that was the only reason he was assigned to be in Atlanta.
"But we'll talk business tomorrow, don't worry about it for now. I just wanted to tell you that you have free access to several entertainments around town," his dad started, a short smirk emerging on Quincy's face, "and don't forget about the company card. Don't go too crazy, but enjoy today, tomorrow will be boring, to say the least."
"And Marco, your driver, will be available at all times, and his number should be added to your phone."
"Gotcha." Quincy beamed, happily taking in his new privileges.
Quincy reached the loft he would be staying for the next three days. Satisfied by the exterior of the modernized Airbnb, he stepped out of the black vehicle.
