See chapter one for disclaimer and other information.

The next morning Margaret receives a call from the temp service congratulating her on being hired by Mr. McGarry. Margaret does her best to keep the confusion out of her voice. She really had no idea how that had occurred since Mr. McGarry hadn't spoken more than a few words to her. However, she had college loans to pay so she wasn't about to argue otherwise.

Her positive attitude about being employed was short lived as she arrived at work to find Mr. McGarry's appointment book still in shambles. In fact she had yet to find any records of a plane ticket bought for his trip to Boston the day after tomorrow.

"Margaret!" Her name was shouted through the dark-stained door.

That was not something she had been expecting. At least he remembers my name. She rises and straightens her suit in an attempt to calm herself.

"Yes, Mr. McGarry" she responds still in the doorway.

"I need my lecture notes for Boston," he replies barely looking up from what he is reading.

"Of course, sir," Like I really know where those are. "Do I need to arrange a plane ticket?"

"I have a plane," he pauses and takes his glasses off, "Do you have any family?"

She tries not to show shock on her face. He really didn't seem like a boss who got to know his employees. "I have two older brothers back in Pennsylvania."

"Good, you can come with me then," he puts his glasses back on and Margaret takes this as a dismissal.

What have I gotten myself into? I wanted a challenge, but...She sighs. In truth, she loves to organize and this man certainly needed her.

Two mornings later finds Margaret not heading for a private jet as she had expected, but to a plane that would barely sit four people. She wasn't sure how keen she was on spending time cramped in a cockpit with her mysterious boss. He had changed dramatically from the office. While he was still on the upper end of the casual scale, he wasn't wearing a dark suit. A bright smile had replaced the usual scowl. Something about the open skies excited him.

"I've never been in this small of an airplane before."

"You're in for a treat then," The smile turns into a lop sided grin, "Her let me help you up." Climbing on the wing of an airplane in high-hills isn't easy.

Leo stowed their luggage and then scrambled into the pilot's seat. He contacted the tower and was cleared for take off. Margaret wasn't quite sure how much she liked being in this small of a plane. In a commercial airliner, one wasn't nearly as aware of being thousands of feet off the ground. Everything down there looks so small. Her breath catches in her throat as she becomes panicked about the feeling of floating in mid-air.

Leo's hand on her shoulder startles Margaret out of her dooms day thoughts, "Close you eyes. Take a deep breath."

"Thanks" she smiles weakly.

Leo, much to her surprise, starts a conversation in order to distract her. "Why move all the way to DC to find a job?"

"Politics, sir," Margaret answers keeping her eyes shut and breathing slow.

"I'm not a politician."

"This is where the temp service sent me."

"I've kept that place in business. This is the longest I've kept a secretary in a while."

Margaret doesn't know how to respond to that in a polite manner. The man was short tempered, grumpy, uncommunicative, and disorganized. This was every secretary's nightmare. "I haven't noticed, sir." I hope that didn't sound fake.

Margaret risks opening her eyes and finds Leo deep in thought.

TBC

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