P.S.S (Personal Spy Secretary) Season 1

Chapter 3 (#2)

"Could you please drive a bit slower?" I asked. "No, we are already late." He said, not even glancing at me. "Late?" I asked. How are we supposed to be late? I already got ready, 10 minutes earlier. I wanted to, but I didn't tell. And I know it very well myself, because I was challenging myself, to get ready, 10 minutes earlier. And when I got out, I was kind of hoping to hear a Wow, you are 10 minutes early. But instead, I was greeted with, Walk fast girl, we are already late. And I was like Wow (sarcasm). Well, note to yourself, girl, my inner conscience started talking. Don't expect too much from this hard-headed man. It told me. Mm... You are beginning to sound sense. I told to my I.C. I am always, but you rarely listen to me. Wow, now I am the one at the wrong side.

"Yes, late" Jason's voice bought me back to this world. "Yes?" I asked. "Well...late according to my original timing." He said. Well, what is your original timing? I wanted to ask. But I decided to keep quiet. Fighting was the last thing I wanted now. And being patient isn't a really hard thing, when you have a never-admit-her-mistake sister. After handling her for some months, I learned to be patient.

"And father already left too." He said. Well, who said your sugar daddy to leave you alone, poor boy? Damn... that memory...it is coming back again.

"You didn't ask....." he started telling something. "Huh?" I asked. "Nothing." He said. "Um...Okay." I said.

"Master Jason." An old man, maybe at an average age of 50, came running to us. "Yes, Thomas?" Jason asked, with the same everything-is-normal look. "Marvelous, Master Jason, you never miss out to impress us." That guy said. "Why?" I asked. "Master Jason always arrives ten minutes earlier, but today, he arrived, TWENTY minutes earlier." He said

Yeah, ten minutes, because he only gave me fifty minutes, plus ten minutes because I got ready ten minutes earlier.

"All thanks to the lady beside me." He said and smirked. Did I mention that I hate his smirk? Guess I did. Gosh, my anger is rising, 0-50-90- KEEP YOUR COOL. Remember what happened last time-NO, don't remember.

"Jason dear," Suddenly a lady came near him, who is just two inches shorter than him. With red glittering dress, and if you stare at it for more than, maximum five seconds, your eyes are going to burn. Red lipstick pus read eye shadow and everything red plus bright. It seems like this lady is the daughter of Apollo, except, everything is red, and of course, he would never do over makeup.

"I missed you sweetheart." She came and hugged him and stood on her toes (which was not necessary, because she was already tall.)

She then tried to kiss him, which Jason fake-choked and tilted. Disappointment was written on her face. "Sweetheart...Jason...please." She caressed his face. He looked at me. Was that a look of plea? Well...he is going to be my boss after all.

"Sir, the flight is going to land in ten minutes, which will give us less than enough time to reach the Security Checking, and if we board immediately, the plane is going to reach in Winnipeg by 5 in the afternoon, which will give us enough time for the meeting with your father at 5:30." I said with letting a breath in or out.

"Um...Claire, I guess it is farewell time. Meet you at Winnipeg. Take care." Jason said to Claire.

"Okay, but I am going to miss you a lot." Claire said.

Then Jason came to me. I thought he was going to tell a 'thank you', but I was clearly misunderstood.

He came to me and straightened his tie and asked me quietly "Were you jealous?" Wait, WHAT? Seriously? Why should I be jealous? Okay, it is fine with me, if you don't want my help. I thought and grinned.

"Sir, I got a new message, the plane got de-" I couldn't complete my sentence, when Jason coughed, making me stop. I and Claire both looked at Jason. Suddenly I got a message in the laptop he gave me.

"Yes I know, the plane is arriving shortly." He said and grabbed my hand and dragged me till Claire was out of sight.

"What was that for?" He asked. "What was that for?" I imitated him and continued. "What was the jealousy part about? I just wanted to make myself clear." I said.

"I was just...just..." he couldn't find any replacement word. Just? I wanted to ask. Suddenly I caught myself. Think Diana, the man in front of you is your future boss. Then I just went and took a seat and kept the laptop on my lap and opened it and checked the message.

"Sir, I think the plane is rally coming early." I said. "What?" he asked. "Well, I think we should start moving." I said. "Yeah." He agreed, for the first time.

We didn't have any big luggage, so we passed more easily. Once we got inside the plane, I heaved a sigh of relief.

"Wait...this is your...private jet?" I asked. "Yeah. I and my father are having one each. We usually travel around for work purposes, not entertainment purposes. So, we have to have a private jet." He said and he started to chuckle.

"What happened?" I asked. "This was supposed to be a trick." He said. "A trick?" I asked. "Yeah, I knew that I would meet Claire in here, so I told the driver to message a bit earlier, like 1:15. Guess, he gave the message at the correct moment, but at the wrong moment, and gave us the wrong effect." Well...Serves you right. I wanted to tell, but didn't. Anyway fighting with him is pointless. I looked out of the window.

Farewell Victoria, hope to meet you sometime soon.