KNIGHT

Eleven

Clothes

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Phone

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Charger

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Teaser

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Dignity

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Passport

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Ok, everything is with me. Time for breakfast. I made breakfast for two and coffee. Hattie came in not to long after it was done, we ate in comfortable silence neither of us not wanting to break it. When I was clearing the dishes there was someone at the door. Hat went to it and I followed just in time to hear her say,

"Well if it isn't Bruce Wayne"

Oh God.

I looked at my boss who was in a grey suit standing with a straight face to see him raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"You must be Ms Jones"

"Yes I am, does Thea talk about me that much"

"No" he then gaze at me "Ms Clint we have to go"

"Yes sir. coming"

I struggled with my trolley arriving at the door, Mr Knight being the cold gentleman he is took it from me.

"Remember what I told you, I'll call you when I land and don't forget to change the couch, bye" I said all in one breath tagging behind Mr Knight down the hallway.

We rode down the elevator in silence, James Mr Knights chauffeur was already outside opened the boot of the car. He grabbed my luggage dropping it besides Mr Knights.

The devil held the door open for me and I gladly entered. Through out the entire ride my mind drifted off to a thousand questions.

Would London be amazing?

Would I meet a cute guy with a nice accent.

Would there be time to visit lots of places.

Would everything be okay between Hattie and Michael when I get back.

I was thinking so much that I didn't notice how we have arrived at the airport.

Making our way down the crowded place receiving awestruck gazes from the females we passed the place where we're supposed to buy tickets.

"Sir, aren't we supposed to buy tickets first" I asked keeping with his strides.

He didn't answer. He didn't even look back he just kept going and I know for sure that he heard me.

"Arrogant asshole" I muttered under my breath.

"What was that"

"Nothing"

We walked side by side -well he walked I jogged- to a door with two men in black waiting for us. The bald one opened it and lead us to a hanger. Plenty of airplanes and Jets filled the place. We walked towards a black private jet with the letter K on it.

Of course.

Mr Knight didn't even stop he just kept going until he was inside, I followed behind and let my jaw drop at the beautiful interior of the plane. There were comfortable sits facing each other with a flat screen TV in front. A mini bar was situated at the corner with lots of expensive drinks, a fridge was also at the side and there was a pathway which I bet led to a bedroom.