“It’s just these two suitcases. Thank you.” She put the strap of her laptop over her shoulder, snatched up her purse and walked to the door.
“You came here for three months with just two suitcases?”
“Almost four months. That’s right.”
“Wow. How big is your storage locker then?”
She shut the door behind him and followed him along the corridor and up the stairs. “I only had a one-bedroom apartment, so not that huge. What about your apartment?”
“Mine’s two bedroom, but one room was set up as an office. Most of that furniture will likely become our office furniture I guess. There’s probably a fair bit of stuff to throw away, and old files to shred. I’ll bring it all to Pine Corner and do that when I’m not busy in the office.”
Despite carrying both her cases he kept talking as they went up the stairs to the roof. He’s actually pretty fit as well as big.
York and two other men were loading boxes into the body of the helicopter and Trenton was removing the chains that held the chopper down on the roof.
“Where’s Andorra?” Nevis asked, not seeing her friend around.
“I had to take a row of seats out to fit all the luggage in, so with five of you there wasn’t room for her today. Do you want to sit up front with me?”
“Oh, yes, please.”
“Climb in then.”
Nevis clambered up into the copilot’s seat and stared at all the dials and switches in front of her, glad it was Andorra learning to fly and not her. But she had a fantastic view through the big glass window in front of her. Actually, likely it wasn’t glass. But whatever it was, see could see so much more from here than from back in the rear of the machine. And Trenton had said five of them so that meant he was bringing the two men helping York load all his gear to help unload it as well. That was great.
Nevis really enjoyed the ride back to Pine Corner. Already she recognized some of the scenery on the way and the shape of the river north of the town. Once they arrived, she stayed in the helicopter as the men unlocked the warehouse and the trailer. Bronx told them where he wanted York’s gear stacked and the men began work. She thought if she was at all competitive she’d be there carrying the boxes as well, and supposed she was lazy in addition to not being pushy. But seriously, there were five big, brawny, muscular men, counting Trenton, and she’d only be able to lift the smaller boxes, so why get in their way?
One thing she could do was check out the auto dealerships in town, so she opened up her laptop and did that, pleased the Internet came up instantly. She didn’t really know all that much about cars, but thought making a short list of vehicles available might be helpful, so she did. She looked for a while at a glamorous sports car, and thought clients might like being driven around town in that, but seriously, a small car was all they needed for chores and driving the occasional client around. If a family came to visit, they’d obviously be in their own vehicle. In fact almost everyone who came to their door would already be driving their own car.
She bookmarked a few images and thought some more. What else might be of help to them? A restaurant or two perhaps? Once again she began searching and was soon engrossed reading the reviews for various eateries. The Pine Plantation sounded perfect to her so she bookmarked it. Perhaps they could go there for a meal tonight and check it out.
Nevis looked over her shoulder and noticed most of the boxes had been emptied out of the helicopter. Quickly she shut her laptop down and climbed out of the machine.
They thanked all the men then Trenton lifted off, and Nevis stood looking at York and Bronx. Well, she was here now to stay. Alone with her two new Masters.
* * * *
“So what’s first, Bronx? Taking our overnight bags to the hotel or buying a car?” asked York.
Bronx wished he knew. There were good arguments for both but he really didn’t want to leave the property just yet. “The fence people are coming this afternoon and it’d be just my luck they’d turn up at one if I wasn’t back until ten after,” he replied.
“Yeah, but if you sit here on your ass all day they won’t come until five,” joked York.
“Why don’t you two call a taxi, drop off our bags at Pine Corner Plaza and get our room keys, then go and do some research on vehicles. Until we get our wheels we’ll be hampered in whatever we do. And bring back some food,” he added, as his stomach reminded him he’d eaten breakfast very early that morning.
“I already looked at cars. What do you think of these ones?” Nevis opened her laptop and held it one handed as she called up the Internet then hit a bookmark. Bronx half expected her to have chosen some pink, girly, frilly toy of a car, but the ones she showed him looked like the sort of thing he might have chosen himself.