Imperfect

The next day at 8 o'clock sharp, Avine was ready, but to board a plane that would take her to the Bahamas. Wisely seated on a bench in an airport waiting room, wearing colorful, light clothes that looked good on her and freeing her endless legs, Avine thought sadly that she was making the biggest mistake of her life. She wasn't breaking her career because, thanks to Myzon's intervention, she technically had a week's freedom and even if she didn't, she knew she could count on her boss and good friend Beyrok Davis to keep her job or find her another one. No, she wasn't worried about her work at all, only about her life. After weeks of waiting for a sign of her love, she was running away from him when he finally showed up. The young woman sighed in despair. But she simply couldn't help but drift away from him. For the sense of relief faded, she felt her pride greatly faded by Myzon's way of thinking she was at his disposal whenever he deigned to give her some of his ever-charged time.