Ryan: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter four part three

Mr. Carter > Please, have a seat, Miss Langood.

He motions for me to sit in one of the comfy leather seats. His hand brushes over my back and a yummy shiver runs down my spine. He waits until I'm seated to sit down himself in a seat across from mine and opens his laptop. Every move he makes seems to be part of a ritual and I watch him, captivated. For him, this place is just routine. For me, it's a plunge into an unknown world. Jake joins us.

Jake > Sir, Paul told me that we'll be taking off in 10 minutes.

Mr. Carter > Fine, thank you, Jake.

He then disappears through the back door. Carter and I are alone now. I check out the surroundings while he looks at something on his phone. When he puts it down, he looks at me, amused.

Mr. Carter > Do you like the plane?

> Well yes, it's called a plane, but the ones I usually take aren't quite so roomy...

I watch his lips slowly stretch into a smile.

Mr. Carter > If you want to freshen up, there's a bathroom behind you. I can also ask for some food if you're hungry.

> You just need to press a button, right?

Mr. Carter > Are you hungry?

> No, no. No need to bother them!

Mr. Carter > That's what they're here for, Miss.

Before I get the chance to protest, Carter presses the button and orders pastries and hot drinks.

Mr. Carter > You know, these people are here because I pay them. So you should feel free to ask if you need anything.

I think Carter has always had people at his service. And that idea irritates me.

> You get whatever you want with your money, don't you?

Oh, seriously...? I've hardly been around him for five minutes and I'm already risking it? Carter stares at me briefly, sizing me up. He's probably wondering whether he'd like to roast, simmer or skewer me.

Mr. Carter > You can't help sassing back, can you?

His grey eyes peer at me as he smooths down his sleeves, smirking.

> I assumed it was a required skill for the job since you chose me as an assistant knowingly.

Why, is it that I can never keep my mouth shut?! It's not that hard! For a fleeting moment, he squints then quickly gets serious again.

Mr. Carter > I wish everyone could make as much money as I have. Because once they did, they would realize that true wealth is elsewhere.

> It's kind of easy to say you don't need money to be happy when you have so much, don't you think?

He looks out the window briefly.

Mr. Carter > Yes, that's likely for people who have never known life without it.

Given that remark, I get the impression my seductive CEO's past has not always been made of glitter and gold. Our conversation is interrupted by a male voice asking us to buckle our seatbelts and prepare for take-off. The plane has been cruising speed for a few minutes now. The hum of the engine lulls the atmosphere. A flight attendant brings us breakfast on a tray, which she places on the table between us. She gives us a radiant smile, asking, in a soft, kind voice, whether we need anything else. Carter thanks her politely and it seems to me that she blushes slightly. The "Ryan Carter" effect on women. I'm beginning to get used to it. He stands and hands me the tray, asking me to help myself.