Maybe he's busy
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Rachel POV
Every single time, Gavinski shows up, everything romantically sizzling in the air will be extinguished by his present.
I kissed Derek, I took a bold move to intiate French kiss. You know, the thing about tongue, when it touches the one you kiss, every blood vessel in your body were sent into an extreme roller coaster ride.
It was the thrill, the thrill of being exposed, the thrill of kissing the President, and the thrill of kissing someone who knows how to kiss. How many woman has he been romantically involved before?
So, when Gavinski access the bunker, we had to put everything to what you called as 'seasons finale'. As a Chief of Staff, or in other world, the President's Private Butler, he looks neat and fit the job. He hair was combed up with side parting. His hair was grey on his side burn. He certainly needs a little work out, he's got double chin. When Gavinski saw me, he nodded briefly, but his turqouise eyes told me that an invisible border has been drawn between him and me. I'm not surprise, every woman, besides the First Lady, is a minute bomb to Derek Hoffer.
I'm grateful that Derek did not initiate the "Thomas, this is Rachel and Rachel, this is Thomas" kind of introduction. It's all redundant isn't it?
I had to walk beside Gavinski when we leave the bunker, and they told the Japanese that I was a staff of the White House, but, as a non-important personnel, I had to be blindfolded and escorted out by Alan and Joe.
By the time I was send to the car, and Joe opened my blindfold, I was alone with him and another driver, Derek was no longer in the car.
'I'm sorry you have to face me.' Joe said, without expression. I always thought he looks like Jason Statham, only that he is taller, and he has bushy eyebrow.
Joe left me in the carpark of our hotel, he said it is more discreet that way. I heard him speaking to his leather jacket, 'Tores reached her destination.'
Tores, I repeat to myself.
Dolores hugged me when I knocked her room door. 'Where have you been, Rachel Woods!'
I never knew she loves me that much. Okay, love is overrated, maybe she's worried about the staffing. That's what I think.
I just came up with the excuse that Jason Statham, sorry, Joe, practice with me. 'There is this girl who is seperated from her parents, I was helping her and so...'
She bought the story anyway. Usually she will start the interogation as soon as I speak, and she won't stop until she is completely convince. But, tonight, another big issue happened. The thing that almost every cabin crew is afraid most: changes in schedule.
As expected, Gavinski has given his executive order that the President will shorten his stay, and we are expected to wake up the next morning at 6. Which means I have only eight hours left.
I didn't bring much and didn't shop much as well, so, packing is a piece of cake. Now, what's left is a question mark. My phone haven't ring.
It should be ringing. Or maybe a beep would be good.
Derek Hoffer should be contacting me, since he has his two sidekicks to get every possible number, even a donkey milk farm will be accomplishable. But, why haven't I got any call?
I pace up and down, to the bathroom, back to the window, back to my bed, back to unpacking. I just fucking unpack my luggage because I'm finding excuses about why Derek Hoffer isn't calling me.
Maybe he's busy.
Maybe he's talking with the Prime Minister, having some hot Sake over Sashimi. I haven't eaten any Sashimi yet, now that I mentioned.
Maybe another attack has begun? I grab the controller and switch on the television. I don't see any news regarding another terrorist attack.
Suddenly, my phone vibrates. My body became alive again and I rush towards my phone, which is charging in the bathroom.
Special discount for Danny's Burger!
I don't want Danny's Burger! I want Derek Hoffer. Why hasn't he call?
That question tightens my chest the entire night. It's already midnight, and I still have six hours left. I have to sleep, yet, the more I wish to sleep, the more sleepiness rebounce away from me.
I took my phone, does what other did when they can't sleep: browsing facebook. And yet, the saddest part is, Derek's face is everywhere. It haunts me so badly that I have to shut the entire phone down.