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Chapter Two
I walked through the airport and down to the baggage carousel. After I had retrieved all my luggage I turned to look at the crowded airport, hoping to see someone coming over to greet me; holding up a sign with my name on it, anything. I began to wander through the throng of people who were coming and going, my anxiety increasing with every step. What if nobody came, or Alexander had gone to the wrong airport, or, or… as I slowly began to move from anxiety to panic about my current situation I came to a space in the building where the crowds had thinned out a little. In the center were about ten or twelve men and women holding signs, each one a different size but all bearing names on them in various handwritings.
My eyes travelled from sign to sign, hoping that I would find my name on one of them. At last, my gaze fell on a tall slim man holding a small whiteboard with the words "Samantha Miller" written in straight round letters. Relief surged through my body and I felt myself slowly relax the tight grip I had been clutching my luggage handles with. I walked over to the man. He was, as I said before, tall and thin, and was probably in his late thirties or early forties. The man reminded of someone who could've been a 007 back in the day, and still looked like he could do some damage if he wanted to. I walked over to him, his straight sleek persona making me feel even more aware of how tousled and messy I must've looked after a fourteen hour plane ride.
"Hi," I said, smiling. "I'm Samantha."
He looked down at me with hard black eyes, and I was glad that I wasn't some prankster trying to fool him. I got the impression that he would've known if I wasn't really who I said I was. But I apparently passed the test, because he gave me a warm smile and before I knew it had my right hand in a firm shake. "Welcome to England Miss Miller. I'm Jonathan Farrow, I work for Mr. Thompson. " He said in an eloquent English accent that reminded me again of James Bond. I got the curious urge to ask him to please say 'shaken not stirred' but I held my tongue.
"Thanks, I'm happy to be here."
As Mr. Farrow released my hand he said, "The car is waiting outside." and reached for my suitcases. I followed him, glad to have someone with me who actually knew where we were going. As we walked out into the daylight I saw a crowd of people pointing and whispering at something while they passed by. I craned my neck to see what they were fussing over and saw that it was a car parked on the curb. Even someone with no automobile knowledge, like myself, could see what an expensive thing this was. It was long, grey, and sort of box-like, with rounded edges. There were capital R's in the center of each silver hubcap and a hood ornament that looked kinda like an angel, but I couldn't be sure from where I was standing. I caught the words "Rolls Royce" and "Phantom Coupe" being said by various passersby, mainly the guys. Wow, I thought to myself, wonder who owns that.
Then to my complete and utter surprise I saw Mr. Farrow pull out a set of keys, walk over to the car that was causing such a commotion, and open the trunk. I stopped walking, my eyes practically popping out of my head. A Rolls Royce?! Jeez, no wonder Alex was able to pay for my trip, he's got a freaking Rolls Royce in his garage! With the suitcases safely tucked away Jonathan closed the trunk and opened one of the doors to the backseat. Looking up and noticing that I was still about ten feet away from the car Jonathan called, "Miss Miller, are you coming?"
I gave my head a little shake and walked over to him. I smiled at him apologetically before getting in, "Sorry." I said sheepishly.
"Quite alright." Farrow said, almost looking like he was trying not to laugh. He closed the door, moved to the front seat and turned on the engine. Pulling out of the parking spot John turned his head a little and said, "Mr. Thompson lives just outside of Pertenhall so we'll arrive in little more than an hour and forty minutes. I nodded and began to move into a more comfortable position, not very difficult when you're sitting on leather seats in a Rolls Royce, I might add. I closed my eyes to the buildings and cars whizzing by and was soon fast asleep.
Well, Samantha is on her way! We'll meet Alexander soon enough, I promise. I'm just trying not to rush anything. Hope it isn't moving to slow for anyone.
This is the Rolls Royce Phantom Coupe in case you wanted to see it. .