Sydney took her seat across from Vaughn, and opened up her book. She
couldn't look at him. She could barely stand to be near him. Every time she
heard him breathe it took her breath away. Every word out of his mouth only
left her speechless. She couldn't take it anymore.
"Vaughn, this is awkward. It's painful. And as much as I don't want to be around you right now, I don't have a choice. We work together so I better get used to the fact that you're married, and you better get used to the fact that I'm always going to be in love with you."
Vaughn's eyes rose to meet Sydney's.
"Syd, I don't know what to say to that."
"I don't expect you to say anything," Sydney replied as she stood from her seat. "I just needed to let you know where I stand."
Sydney slid out from between the chairs, walked to the other side of the plane, and poured herself a drink. Vaughn turned back to look at her, opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it and resumed reading.
They arrived at the airport in Moscow at 9:00pm. They made their way to the parking garage and hit the up button on the elevator. They got off at the fourth floor, just as they had been instructed. After walking down the entire first row of cars, they spotted a black Audi with an environmental sticker on the bumper. Vaughn inched his way forward and knocked on the passenger window. He backed away as the door opened, and out stepped Sark.
"Hello Mr. Vaughn, Sydney ." Sark said with a nod. "Long time no see."
"Not long enough if you ask me." Sydney replied.
She looked him up and down. He still had his boyish good looks, and he still had the accent to die for. But this time, instead of his cocky glow, he had a look of defeat. He looked beaten and worn down. Sydney felt part of her feel sorry for him, but she quickly snapped herself back.
"Do you have the intel?" She asked sharply.
"Everything you need to know is on this disc. Do you have the money?"
Vaughn bent down and picked up the metal suitcase full of cash.
"Very well." Sark replied. "I hope this fulfills your request."
He handed Vaughn the disc in exchange for the suitcase.
"So do I," answered Sydney. "Though if it doesn't, you'll be sent to prison. So I win either way."
Sark laughed and brushed his black hair out of his eyes.
"I missed you Sydney. Really, I did."
"Well, good for you." Sydney replied, trying not to come across vulnerable.
Sydney grabbed the disc out of Vaughn's hand and turned to walk away. Vaughn quickly followed her, flashing Sark a dirty look as he left.
"Goodbye Sydney. See you around!" Sark shouted after her.
Sydney couldn't help but smile as she got into the elevator and saw Sark's grinning face.
"What an evil man," She grinned. "Truly evil."
"Vaughn, this is awkward. It's painful. And as much as I don't want to be around you right now, I don't have a choice. We work together so I better get used to the fact that you're married, and you better get used to the fact that I'm always going to be in love with you."
Vaughn's eyes rose to meet Sydney's.
"Syd, I don't know what to say to that."
"I don't expect you to say anything," Sydney replied as she stood from her seat. "I just needed to let you know where I stand."
Sydney slid out from between the chairs, walked to the other side of the plane, and poured herself a drink. Vaughn turned back to look at her, opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it and resumed reading.
They arrived at the airport in Moscow at 9:00pm. They made their way to the parking garage and hit the up button on the elevator. They got off at the fourth floor, just as they had been instructed. After walking down the entire first row of cars, they spotted a black Audi with an environmental sticker on the bumper. Vaughn inched his way forward and knocked on the passenger window. He backed away as the door opened, and out stepped Sark.
"Hello Mr. Vaughn, Sydney ." Sark said with a nod. "Long time no see."
"Not long enough if you ask me." Sydney replied.
She looked him up and down. He still had his boyish good looks, and he still had the accent to die for. But this time, instead of his cocky glow, he had a look of defeat. He looked beaten and worn down. Sydney felt part of her feel sorry for him, but she quickly snapped herself back.
"Do you have the intel?" She asked sharply.
"Everything you need to know is on this disc. Do you have the money?"
Vaughn bent down and picked up the metal suitcase full of cash.
"Very well." Sark replied. "I hope this fulfills your request."
He handed Vaughn the disc in exchange for the suitcase.
"So do I," answered Sydney. "Though if it doesn't, you'll be sent to prison. So I win either way."
Sark laughed and brushed his black hair out of his eyes.
"I missed you Sydney. Really, I did."
"Well, good for you." Sydney replied, trying not to come across vulnerable.
Sydney grabbed the disc out of Vaughn's hand and turned to walk away. Vaughn quickly followed her, flashing Sark a dirty look as he left.
"Goodbye Sydney. See you around!" Sark shouted after her.
Sydney couldn't help but smile as she got into the elevator and saw Sark's grinning face.
"What an evil man," She grinned. "Truly evil."