With Denise heavily socializing, I decided to pass my ti in a more pleasurable way, and when I finally returned to the car park, I found that I was the last to the car.
A black rcedes sedan with tinted windows and a sparkling body.
Before I reached the car, Gigs stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the door for .
Sitting at the back, I relaxed and enjoyed the chill in the car, turning to Denise, who was scrutinizing up and down.
"Where did you go?"
"I t a friend, and since you were busy, I decided to get to know her."
Denise raised an eyebrow at this, then raised an already prepared cigar, bringing it to my lips when I nodded.
Leaning closer, Denise lit up my stick, and as I made a satisfying drag, she returned to satisfying her curiosity.
"I thought you didn't want to socialize."
"She told to call her Kitty."
A sigh left Denise's lips at these words, the eagerness in her deflating.
"Hope you didn't give her baby."
"Who do you think you're talking to?"
Getting the word from Denise, Gigs pulled out of the parking lot, driving us back to the hotel, and there was silence for so seconds before Denise spoke.
"The First Lady invited to co work for her."
"You guys know each other?" I asked as smoke left my mouth.
"No. This is the first ti I'm eting her."
Seeing silently nod, Denise continued.
"She offered a head role in her team, and when she learned I was a lawyer, she offered to make the legal representative of herself and her confidants — the President included."
At the ntion of the President, I couldn't help but move my eyes to Denise, scrutinizing her form.
"Is there an important portion of your past I'm unaware of?"
"Not unless you want more detailed information on the already ntioned subjects, no."
"In that case, this is quite the opportunity and the hand being extended by Jennifer."
"Yeah. Do you desire to see under her?"
Taking in another inhale, my eyes went to the front where Gigs was driving, and I spoke.
"A spy in the White House will be much appreciated, but I need you more by my side."
"I figured this would be your stance and rejected the offer. The First Lady remained determined though and told to think over my answer.
She promised to reach out at another ti. I could try to find a way to satisfy both your desires."
"No, it's too risky. London is a one-ti thing. We aren't ready to go anywhere near the big leagues.
You were the only one to notice her when the ramp ca down. There's a big chance she noticed and saw sothing special in you then. She's probably co after you, believing you can be useful.
Don't try playing any gas — avoid her."
"Okay."
Moving on from the subject of Jennifer, Denise went to the topic of the other individuals who had co to et her.
Making sure I was attentive, she emphasized so nas, ntioning ways she planned to make use of their resources.
Denise knew about my disinterest in this hassling area of business, and now that she was with , she was bent on forcing knowledge into my head.
The procession ended by 11:24 a.m., and returning to the hotel, we t the girls and packed up to depart England.
Dressed in heels and beautiful gowns, Isabella and even Sophie — who had been pouting when I departed — peppered with kisses when I returned.
Having both a public and private area, due to the procession and the First Lady's presence, Heathrow Airport kept the VIP area restricted till 2 p.m., and it was 3 p.m. when the black rcedes returned to the airport. But this ti, rather than stop at the parking lot, it got onto the runway and stopped by the side of a blue Gulfstream.
For our return, Denise had moved to the front to allow Sophie and Isabella to sit at the back with , and as the girls left the car and I stepped out, I watched as both they and Gigs filled their hands with shopping bags and carried them up the plane.
"When did they go shopping?" I asked, flabbergasted. It was a rhetorical question, but Denise, who had already moved to my side, heard it and answered.
"Ever heard of online shopping? It's becoming a trend."
I chuckled at this information and then moved my sights to the magnificent jet.
"How much did we lose keeping this thing for so long?"
"Well, the jet cost us $6,000 per hour, and since we've spent up to five days here with it, that takes our cost to sowhere between $700,000 and $1 million.
Then there's also the cost of renting space here at Heathrow Airport. I'm not current on the number, but they should enter the thousands."
"Since when did you care about tracking your finances?" Denise asked, letting the hope she felt seep into her tone.
"You have the situation in Michigan plugged, right?" I asked instead of answering her question, my tone serious.
"Yes."
"We are going to be engaging in several projects when we get back. They will need a lot of money, and we might even possibly be taking loans. Prepare for that."
There was confusion on Denise's face, but without hesitation, she nodded.
"Understood."
With Denise behind , I moved to take a step forward but then paused as the system notification chid and a screen popped up in front of .
[Ding! Nina Howard has reached the minimum requirents to be a potential sugar baby. Do you want to add her?]
This ssage paused, and before I could even be done contemplating it, it refreshed for another ssage.
[Ding! Nina Howard has reached the minimum requirent to be a sugar baby. Do you want to add her?]
"So fast… What is happening with her?"
"Sir, is everything all right?" Denise asked, noticing my unnatural behaviour.
"Tell the pilot our flight will be delayed by an hour."
"That will be costly," Denise inford.
"I know," I said as I moved forward and climbed up the plane.
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