13.

"Go pack your stuff."

What?

"The flight's at 7. You need to get ready. You can meet him at the airport."

Funny story, I, Not Lisa, Me, The newbie is going with Mr. Blackwell for a business trip.

"But I don't know what to do ."

"We know. We discussed. You are more like arranging and scheduling and taking notes. You will wake him up, see he is fed, give him his coffee and that's it." She said assertively. "Literally what you do right now, you have to do it at another location."

It's a done deal. there is no point arguing. The tickets are booked. I am nervous. What if I do something wrong and then get fired. This is a private island hotel called "The Rubix." II will have to make my way back by swimming along the sea.

I dropped my shoulder. Lisa patted my back. "You will do well. If you don't trust yourself, trust me."

Lisa, what is this motivational dialogue?

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I reached the airport and waited for Mr. Blackwell. I texted Lisa who was with him. They should be here soon.

I googled the resort meanwhile. Five star resort, more of a cream of the crop vacationers. Super expensive for super rich. My two year's salary worth of suites.

They both got out. Mr. Blackwell hugged Lisa again.

Lisa walked towards me.

"Remember what I said. I trust you." She smiled as she patted my arm.

We both walked inside.

Lisa had handed me tickets. Those were business class.

I have never travelled by flight before. I didn't have anywhere to go. And here is my first flight in business class.

The perks of being a rich man's secretary.

We waited in the airport for hour before our flight. He was on a call all this time. The call ended only when the flight took off .

He was seated in the seat next to me. I wanted to talk to him but something told me that he will need some rest after the call.

He told me he needs rest and not to disturb him .

Roger that.

I was anyway busy with the delicious food and some wine. I had a glass and it felt good. We had a four hour flight. I can sleep on this comfy bed slash seat. Mr. Blackwell was asleep too.

We did not speak much the entire time but this wasnt awkward. He was tired ,he needed sleep. I could see it in his face.

I could rest too. There are busy days ahead.

I was still sleepy when I felt a hand touch my face. I slowly opened my eyes. A blurry face. A hand. It felt warm. I drifted back to sleep.

It was the most comfortable sleep I had. That's Business class for you.

And soon, we landed at the private airport. From here ,we travel by a yacht to the The Rubix resort.