them to him as well. I want them hung just so on the wall in the study.”
He was pointing at a collection of framed photographs that had been taken over the years with distinctive people. Celebrities, city and government officials, there were at least two for each year the company had been in existence.
Aurora sighed softly.
“Sure thing, Mr. G. I’ll get right on it.”
Aaron snickered at the comment and immediately got his father’s attention.
“What is it, son? Did she say something funny? Or do you know something the rest of us don’t and are keeping a secret from us? If you are, you might as well give it up.”
“It’s nothing, Dad. Never mind me,” he replied, a little flushed in the face.
“So, are you ready for the trip, Aurora?”
“She’s coming with us? I didn’t know that. Why would she need to come with us?” Aaron was immediately suspicious of the old man’s intentions for bringing his secretary along on what he had considered would be a family outing.
“I know that my decision to take Aurora with me might not please everyone in attendance, but I want to be sure that I have someone along that I know I can trust to be unbiased; someone who doesn’t have an agenda going on other than mine.”
Aaron nodded, but it was obvious the man was offended by his father’s insinuations. Mr. Guyton caught the look on his face and quickly retorted, “It’s nothing personal, Aaron. To be honest, if you had any motives at all apart from number crunching, I’d be proud of you.”
Chapter Two
The airport at Falcon Field was deserted when Aurora jumped down from the Expedition that Gerald was driving. The rear seats and cargo area of the huge SUV was all but filled with boxes of Mr. Guyton’s personal effects that were to be taken to Florida and she was grateful that all she had with her was her laptop bag and a carry-on suitcase. Gerald wheeled the bag around the car and passed the handle to her.
“Oh thanks, G!” Aurora chirped. Gerald winced at the sound, and that made her laugh. “I guess it’s a bit too early for you still. Haven’t had your coffee yet, have you?”
The bulky thirty-something-year-old man shook his head regrettably. She checked her Breitling wristwatch, then looked back at him, smiling.
“Then it’s a good thing that we’ve got the time. There’s an amazing coffee bar in the departure lounge. Come on!”
An hour later, Aurora stood outside the terminal building waving goodbye to the good-natured driver. He had opted to drive from Alpharetta to Savannah, where Guyton 2 was being serviced instead of waiting around for the plane to get back in a day or two. With the work due to be completed late that night, he’d figured that if he met the pilot there, then they could just head straight for the Keys. Johnny, one of the company pilots, had been grateful for the suggestion.
When he was out of sight, she turned around and walked back into the building. It was too cold inside, so she found herself huddled closely to the coffee bar counter ordering another one of their ‘bowls’ of cappuccino. While she stirred the hot liquid with a cinnamon stick, Aurora checked her hand-held. Keeping track of so many people at once wasn’t something she had to do every day and even though she was good at staying organized, it was still a challenge. It seemed everyone was on their way; Guyton Sr. had just left the house in Stone Mountain and he was scheduled to pick up Aaron in about ten minutes on his way to the airport. Adrian was still in Caracas at a final meeting, but his departure was still planned for 2 .p.m. local time. And then there was Alan. Oh, dear God, Alan. Fitz, Guyton 4’s pilot, had made an entry in his takeoff log ten minutes before. Aurora felt that it was a message especially for her. It seems he’d had to bodily carry Alan from the hotel room at Caesar’s Palace and put him on the airplane. She shook her head in dismay.
“Time to call in some
He was pointing at a collection of framed photographs that had been taken over the years with distinctive people. Celebrities, city and government officials, there were at least two for each year the company had been in existence.
Aurora sighed softly.
“Sure thing, Mr. G. I’ll get right on it.”
Aaron snickered at the comment and immediately got his father’s attention.
“What is it, son? Did she say something funny? Or do you know something the rest of us don’t and are keeping a secret from us? If you are, you might as well give it up.”
“It’s nothing, Dad. Never mind me,” he replied, a little flushed in the face.
“So, are you ready for the trip, Aurora?”
“She’s coming with us? I didn’t know that. Why would she need to come with us?” Aaron was immediately suspicious of the old man’s intentions for bringing his secretary along on what he had considered would be a family outing.
“I know that my decision to take Aurora with me might not please everyone in attendance, but I want to be sure that I have someone along that I know I can trust to be unbiased; someone who doesn’t have an agenda going on other than mine.”
Aaron nodded, but it was obvious the man was offended by his father’s insinuations. Mr. Guyton caught the look on his face and quickly retorted, “It’s nothing personal, Aaron. To be honest, if you had any motives at all apart from number crunching, I’d be proud of you.”
Chapter Two
The airport at Falcon Field was deserted when Aurora jumped down from the Expedition that Gerald was driving. The rear seats and cargo area of the huge SUV was all but filled with boxes of Mr. Guyton’s personal effects that were to be taken to Florida and she was grateful that all she had with her was her laptop bag and a carry-on suitcase. Gerald wheeled the bag around the car and passed the handle to her.
“Oh thanks, G!” Aurora chirped. Gerald winced at the sound, and that made her laugh. “I guess it’s a bit too early for you still. Haven’t had your coffee yet, have you?”
The bulky thirty-something-year-old man shook his head regrettably. She checked her Breitling wristwatch, then looked back at him, smiling.
“Then it’s a good thing that we’ve got the time. There’s an amazing coffee bar in the departure lounge. Come on!”
An hour later, Aurora stood outside the terminal building waving goodbye to the good-natured driver. He had opted to drive from Alpharetta to Savannah, where Guyton 2 was being serviced instead of waiting around for the plane to get back in a day or two. With the work due to be completed late that night, he’d figured that if he met the pilot there, then they could just head straight for the Keys. Johnny, one of the company pilots, had been grateful for the suggestion.
When he was out of sight, she turned around and walked back into the building. It was too cold inside, so she found herself huddled closely to the coffee bar counter ordering another one of their ‘bowls’ of cappuccino. While she stirred the hot liquid with a cinnamon stick, Aurora checked her hand-held. Keeping track of so many people at once wasn’t something she had to do every day and even though she was good at staying organized, it was still a challenge. It seemed everyone was on their way; Guyton Sr. had just left the house in Stone Mountain and he was scheduled to pick up Aaron in about ten minutes on his way to the airport. Adrian was still in Caracas at a final meeting, but his departure was still planned for 2 .p.m. local time. And then there was Alan. Oh, dear God, Alan. Fitz, Guyton 4’s pilot, had made an entry in his takeoff log ten minutes before. Aurora felt that it was a message especially for her. It seems he’d had to bodily carry Alan from the hotel room at Caesar’s Palace and put him on the airplane. She shook her head in dismay.
“Time to call in some
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