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and his crazy paparazzi-filled life.

 
    Chapter 2
     
    Nat
     
    T here are perks to being a son of a man who owns a company with a private jet.
    I’ve never asked to use it before except for that one time when I had to fly back to San Fran immediately from Los Angeles. That one time on Fourth of July when Mom had her “accident” as Dad had called it.
    That “accident” was classified as an emergency so we can go on the private jet. Strict rules.
    What I’m doing tonight…getting the private jet to fly from San Fran to Los Angeles while I skip studying for my first major exam so I can see and be with a girl I’m crazy about…can that be considered an emergency?
    If Dad only knew how much I owe her… how much it is because of Summer and Aunt Sookie that Mom, Drew, and I are even alive; he would consider any excuse to use the private jet to see Summer when she needs our help, an emergency.
    On top of that, I know now that I will eventually be expected to run Dad’s company. He’s already involving me in meetings and important projects while I work there part-time. I’m part of the company now, and like it or not, Summer is part of the reason for that, too.
    Enough justifying. Just do it.
    I dial up Steven, and he answers on the second ring.
    “Mr. Donovan,” he says.
    “Steven,” I say. “Can you get the jet ready for a trip into Los Angeles tonight? Emergency. Something’s up with Summer, and I have to see her.”
     
    “Certainly,” Steven says. He doesn’t say anything else or asks any questions.
     
    “You’re not going to run it by my father?” I ask.
    “You’re authorized to request private jet services at any time,” Steven says. “Your name’s on the list. Your father trusts you’ll make the right decisions and use discretion when you use the private jet.”
    “Oh, great,” I say, digesting what Steven said. “And here I thought I had to tell you this is an emergency.”
    “According to Mr. Donovan, everyone on that list would be using the private jet for emergencies. It doesn’t matter as long as you get to where you need to go in order to take care of an emergency.”
    “Thank you for letting me know,” I say, trying to hide my surprise. Since when did Dad care about all that, and about me?
    Since when our family started falling apart…Mom tried to kill herself, Rachel changed her appearance, lost her virginity, and Drew became a kind of man whore? I’m still kind of bitter over it. I don’t know if I will get over it. I’m trying so hard to pull everyone together – Mom is getting back to normal, Drew is busy with school and football, and Rachel seems less rebellious. I don’t think it has anything to do with Dad, though, but what happened in Malibu, with Summer and Aunt Sookie. But stranger things have happened, and maybe, just maybe Dad is changing.
    *****
    The flight from San Francisco to Los Angeles is short. In less than an hour, we land in a private hangar where a large black SUV is ready for me to drive.
    One thing I learned about Donovan Dynamics from working there, is that we don’t just specialize in online security and computer security, but we handle traditional security, too. Bodyguards, secured transportation, and all that. Having a car ready for me after I land in the hangar goes along with the secured transportation bit we provide. I shouldn’t be so surprised at that, but now that Steven said I’m on the approved emergency list, that means I have access to security and transportation when I needed it.
    As soon as we land, I’m already inside the SUV, heading out to Aunt Sookie’s. I’m used to driving, and although there are a few cars on the highway at two in the morning, I speed my way over to Santa Monica and then to Aunt Sookie’s house. The neighborhood is dark and quiet, but I can see the light on inside her house.
    My heart begins pounding faster against my chest as I park the SUV into the driveway. Summer doesn’t know I’m here. She’s