18+ Audience Intended.
Taylor Ash-Carlson.
She's 20 and just finished flight attendant school, thanks to her boyfriend she secures a job working for the largest airport in her city.
She's bright eyed and excited to start the next chapter of her life...
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I'm frantically thrashing around my bathroom trying to quickly get ready for the meeting at 9. Believe the cliche but my alarm didn't go off, or my dumb ass didn't hear it. I'm wearing a black blazer with a white shirt trying to look as professional as possible. I catch the fact that my shirt is buttoned up wrong, not exactly the first impression that I want to make. I quickly ran out of the house, still tripping over my pants, and bound into my car. Of course, the traffic is backed up from the accident on the expressway.
Left, right, left, right, I try desperately to get through the cars that are starting to pile up on the freeway exit ramp. I narrowly miss getting sideswiped by a big moving van as I get on the ramp. I have exactly 14 minutes to beat, which means I can't spare a second for the fine details like using a turn signal. Priorities.
Ok, 14 minutes, I can do this.
Airports are so damn confusing but I finally find the car park and slam my car door to shuffle my way towards the terminal.
The TSA line is out of control, a good thing I don't have to wait for that. I still manage to miss a few steps and get onto the wrong escalator. This escalator was moving pretty slow so I figured I could keep up with it but I didn't count on the fact that it had three very steep levels. All I need to do now is fall and break my neck. Actually, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.
I reach the hall and past the receptionist, make it to the room and rush inside only to find it empty.
Wrong room.
These conference rooms are all made of frosted glass so I can see a tall figure getting closer to the door.
Just as I reach for the door handle it opens from the other side.
As the door inches open I'm met with a familiar face I thought I'd never see again.
Harry.
"Jesus Christ what are you doing here?!" He looks mildly panicked when I first read his expression but he seems to catch himself and calm his demeanor.
"I'm looking for someone, what are you doing here?"
"I work here." He states bluntly. He's still standing in the doorway leaning against the frame, with an expression that he's morphed to be unreadable.
"I'm sorry I'm really late." As much as I'm shocked to have seen him here of all places, I don't even have the time to process it. Dom will be pissed if I'm more than 5 minutes late.
I push past him and turn a corner further down the hallway. Shit, I don't think this is the right way. This is so embarrassing.
I see a woman who I'm hoping is a receptionist walk past me.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry do you know where Mr.Wardniock's meeting is this morning?"
She points me back in the direction I just came from and I walk myself back over to the rooms. With the frosted glass, I can see that the one opposite is full of people.
