"So what are we going to do?" she finally asked.
"We're going to meet with my attorneys, who have been working on this non-stop and then put the plan I've created into effect. I've been going over the complaints all week and there are many holes in the claims and we should be able to come to a mutual agreement," he told her matter-of-factly. He didn't seem to be in the least concerned.
"Why did you need me to come?"
"There's a lot of work to do, Jennifer. You were told there was a lot of travel involved when you were interviewed," he reminded her.
"I know," she snapped. Luckily, the flight attendant appeared with the rest of their breakfast so she was able to break the glare he sent her way. He may be her boss and she may have a horrible crush on him, but he'd soon find she wasn't easily walked on.
They finished their meal and before long the captain was announcing they'd be landing soon. Jennifer hated landing worse than taking off. It was especially bad when the aircraft bounced on the runway.
She gripped the armrest on her seat and started panting. She was fighting to not panic when Trenton moved seats to the one right next to her. He didn't say a word, but his hand gripped hers and she felt the panic ebbing and she could breathe again.
It amazed her how the simple gesture was able to comfort her so much. She didn't take her hand away, or even acknowledge it was there. She simply let the touch relax her. The jet touched down more smoothly than she'd ever experienced before, and she let go of the breath she didn't even know she'd been holding.
"You have nothing to worry about, you know," Trenton said with a chuckle and she looked at him with surprise. She'd forgotten he was there for a moment.
"I know a person is far more likely to die in a car crash than an aircraft accident, but there's something terrifying about being so high up in the air in something weighing so much," she said with a self-depreciating smile.
"There are many people afraid of flying, I'm just so used to it, I don't even notice anymore," he told her.
"Lucky you," she said, not meaning it. She'd prefer to stay on solid ground at all times if she could get away with it.
"As soon as we get to the terminal, we'll head to the hotel. We have a lot to get done before the official meetings start," he told her, back to business.
"I'm ready," she answered, though she felt she was in over her head.
They got off the jet and were whisked to a beautiful hotel. He'd rented a huge suite with multiple bedrooms, a large living room, and full-sized kitchen. There was a table set up for them to work on, so they immediately sat down and pulled out boxes full of papers.
She spent the rest of the afternoon typing up notes and filing things until she felt her brain was completely fried. She wondered if the man ever called an end to work. When her eyes felt like sand bags had spilled directly into them, he still seemed wide awake and raring to go. He finally looked up, and noticed her exhaustion, and decided to call it a night.
They worked just as hard over the following days. His attorneys came in and out, bringing more paperwork and picking up pages they'd modified. Jennifer quickly stopped trying to figure out what they were talking about and simply did her assigned work.
She looked longingly out the windows of the gorgeous suite, wanting so badly to explore the city she'd never thought she'd ever get to visit, but with Trenton's work schedule she didn't have the time. She hoped she'd get at least one day before they had to head back.
She'd been paranoid about them sharing the suite but he hadn't seemed the least bit interested in sex, so her paranoia was for nothing. As a matter of fact, she started to feel a bit frustrated as she laid in her own room, nightly, feeling achy, like she was missing out on something.
"Jennifer, we need to leave," Trenton snapped her out of her reverie.
"I'm ready," she answered, gathering the files they'd need. It had been torture spending so much time alone with Trenton and it would help to be in a room full of people. She had zero doubt it would go his way because he didn't miss anything in his quest for perfection. There wasn't a single 't' which wasn't crossed, or an 'i' not dotted. He seemed to be flawless.
They arrived at the meeting place and it was apparent in a matter of minutes who was in charge. Of course, things ended up going his way, and the schedule immediately got back on track. He walked out of the meeting in a better mood than she'd ever seen him in before.
"That will wrap things up for a few days, but there are some other issues needing completed before we head for home. The next meeting is Wednesday," he told her as they headed back to the hotel. It was late and she was exhausted but she was also excited. She was going to get to explore the amazing country.