the eastern coast, spread along the Canadian border and in no time at all, she had clientele all over the world. She had multi-billionaires who would post-pone their scheduled holidays and wait until she had time to book their affairs. She was working seven days a week, almost fifteen hours a day and with Sally being single and just as dedicated, worked right along with Ana.
Because of the long working hours, their professional relationship merged into a mutual friendship and it was then that Ana had told Sally of Austin. Sally could see the pain in Ana’s eyes as she relived that fateful night. She also saw the relief in Ana’s face, being able to confide in someone that she trusted, to expel the feelings of embarrassment and loss that had no doubt festered within Ana all these years.
Only after Ana had told her of the tragic tale, did Sally question Ana. “Oh God, Ana! That would’ve been mortifying to have his mother walk in on you like that, to have her throw you out of the house. But if you two loved each other so much, why didn’t you go back over and try to talk to his mom again, to work things out, or even talk to his dad, see if he could talk reason into Austin’s Mom?”
Sally saw fear flash over Ana’s eyes as she stumbled over her words. “Things happened that couldn’t be taken back. I didn’t want to cause Austin anymore pain.”
Seeing her boss and her friend start to shut down, she didn’t push the subject further. Maybe his mother was worse than Ana described. Wanting to lighten up the conversation and not lose Ana’s confidence in her, Sally told Ana of her failed relationships and the latest loser she was dating because of the great sex. By the end of the evening, they had gone back to work, getting more done and she even had Ana laughing at her failed romantic escapades.
Turbulence jarred Ana out of her memories and she gazed down at the approaching city below. Taking a deep breath, she prepared for the landing.
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True to Jennifer’s word, there was a car and driver at the airport waiting for Ana. The driver, holding a sign with her name on it, appeared to be in his mid to late fifties, mousy brown hair with a clean shaven face. She approached him with a smile but he only acknowledged her with a nod of his head. He loaded her suitcases in the trunk of a steel gray Mercedes, opened the back door and waited. Ana quickly slid in and tried to thank him but was greeted by the door slamming shut. Unsure if the driver understood english or just had the same cool attitude towards her that the lady of the house did, Ana decided to take care of some loose ends at work and not pursue any local questions.
She texted Sally, letting her know that she had arrived safely in London and was on her way to Austin’s manor. She then checked her emails to verify that the plans had been made for an upcoming Senator and his wife for their anniversary. Their trip to Bali was set and confirmed and Ana smiled, knowing that this trip was a surprise for the wife, who had always dreamed of vacationing there. The bungalow they would be staying at was just a few feet off of the beautiful, pristine water and there was a full staff on hand to grant their every wish and need. Fresh fruits and flowers would adorn their room and Ana took joy in the knowledge that she would be a small part of making this woman’s dreams come true.
Happy with the reservations, Ana sat back and started to enjoy the scenery rolling by. They had left the city and the farther they drove, the farther apart the houses appeared, the void being filled by rolling hills and brilliant green pastures. When Ana saw pictures of England, she was always amazed at how green and lush everything appeared but now, experiencing it personally, she didn’t feel the pictures did the country justice.
After thirty minutes of driving, they turned onto a small paved road and continued driving another five minutes before reaching huge wrought iron gates, surrounded
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