Chapter 9

I wasn’t so much clarified on how wealthy Miss Diaz was, but booking a whole private jet to Mexico? She’s filthy rich then!.

My whole body aches from sitting for so long, we clearly didn’t talk much on the trip, we quite talk about business and only business related conversations.

We had nothing special, nothing informal or rather extract to talk about, although I so badly wanted her to say something to me, something that isn’t so work related, maybe why Evelyn was spread out naked in her office, at least about what she was. But I’m not sure she owes me any explanation, I’m just a PA, I should be glad I’m not in my confiscated apartment boxing my stuffs and getting my self ready to go back to Detroit.

We arrived at Mexico City at late noon, you needed not to be told you’ve arrived, with the Spanish music and fries so obvious in the air, we were on an island situated not so far across a blue sea, not so close but it’s waves are felt as the wind kisses my face, I looked a