She didn’t speak immediately.
She never does.
Waits.
“Sir,” she said finally, “your return flight is scheduled for tomorrow.”
I said nothing.
Just stared at the screen. 1
Because that sentence?
It didn’t sit well.
Not even a little.
“Sir?” she added. “Are you there?”
“Hm,” I responded.
A pause.
Then I said it.
“Shift my flight.”
Another pause.
+15 PS
5.10
“To when, sir?”
Neaned back slightly.
“Indefinite.” ?
Silence.
Then
“Sir?”
I glanced at the screen.


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