Mister Weston

—RT BOOK REVIEWS

ELITE AIRWAYS MAKES ALL EMPLOYEES RESIGN NEW NON-FRATERNIZATION POLICY. CLAIMS THE MOVE HAS “ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT BOOK”

—USA Today

‘TURBULENCE’ TO RECEIVE A RECORD FIFTH PRINTING WITHIN FIRST THREE MONTHS OF RELEASE

—The International Times

AUTHOR OF ‘TURBULENCE’, TAYLOR G., BEGINS INTERNATIONAL BOOK TOUR AS NOVEL CONTINUES #1 REIGN FOR THIRD MONTH IN A ROW

—The New York Times

OFFICIAL ELITE AIRWAYS PRESS RELEASE

*Regarding the fiction that is still being propagated as fact via a former employee*

OUR ESTEEMED AIRLINE has now completed an extensive investigation process that included all of the pilots who currently fly for our company. The results indefinitely conclude that the former employee in question, Miss Gillian Taylor (writing as “Taylor G.”) was never involved in an interpersonal affair with one of our pilots.

We will no longer issue any more press releases regarding this matter, but as mentioned previously, we wish Miss Taylor the best of luck with her newfound literary success.

GATE C46

GILLIAN

New York (JFK)—> Salt Lake City (SLC)—> Pittsburgh (PIT)

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE camera...” Jake whispered into my ear as he pulled me back by my hair, fucking me deeper and deeper.

I looked right at the lens, crying out as he filled me with every inch of his cock. His left hand squeezed my breasts, pinching my hardened nipples as I cried out.

“Jake...Jake...” My body spasmed violently beneath his and he flipped me over, covering my mouth with his and claiming my lips until I went completely still.

Then, just like he’d done in every other viewing of this video, he kissed me before turning off the tape. I immediately hit replay, watching it for the umpteenth time.

“Miss Taylor?” The interviewer from Midnight Ramblings suddenly stepped into the room.

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to personally thank you for letting us interview you tonight.” She extended a bouquet of flowers toward me. “Not too many people are willing to fly to Salt Lake City, so it was an absolute pleasure, and I look forward to your next novel.”

“Thank you. I’m honored you invited me.”

“Do you mind signing a few copies before you go? They’re on the table by the soundstage.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Great! Thank you once again!”

I waited until I heard the click of the door, and then I finally let my perfectly-rehearsed smile falter and fade. I let the tears roll down my face, let my chest heave up and down like it always did after these unfulfilling interviews.

With no shame, I dialed Jake’s number, but instead of going directly to voicemail, there was a new message: “This number is no longer in service.”

SUBJECT: YOU.

You’re still my anomaly.

Miss you,

Gillian

NO ANSWER. AS USUAL.

I hit refresh a few times, hoping for something—anything, but nothing came.

A light knock came at the studio door and I quickly wiped my eyes.

“Come in,” I said.

“Okay, yeah.” Kennedy walked in, talking on her cell phone. “Right. Well, we can talk about that on Friday. I’m with a client. Friday, Kenneth.” She shot me a quick ‘I’m so sorry about this’ look and spoke to whoever Kenneth was for a few more minutes before hanging up.

“Well,” she said, giving me her full attention. “This particular interview went rather well, didn’t it? I think you did an amazing job.”

“Thank you.” I feigned a smile. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to sign the books and go home. Can we bypass the extra photos thing?”

“I’m ten steps ahead of you.” She placed a bag on the table. “Here are the books and there’s a pen inside. Are you still up for a dinner with readers tomorrow?”

“Always.”

“Great. I’ll go tell them we’re leaving shortly and be right back.”

As she left, my phone vibrated against my thigh. My heart stopped.

Jake?

I unlocked the screen and opened my email app.

Not Jake.

Not even close.

It was Ben.

SUBJECT: FATE.

I know that your book is really about us. You didn’t have to make me a pilot to make it more interesting. A stockbroker is just as impressive. I’m here for you and I will take better care when we get back together. I want to take you out for dinner sometime this month. Can you wear the dress I prefer this time, though? It’s only fair, since you want me just as much as I want you.

—Ben

UGH...

GATE C47

GILLIAN

Pittsburgh (PIT)—> Salt Lake City (SLC)

ANOTHER INTERVIEW CAME to an end, another stack of books quickly signed, and another bouquet of flowers were placed into my hands three days later. This time though, I didn’t sit in the green room to kill time. I headed straight to a waiting town car, prepared to sleep more thoughts of Jake away.

As soon as I slipped into the backseat, my phone rang. My mother.

“Yeah?” I answered, not bothering to say hello.

“Did any of this come about because we didn’t give you enough attention, Gillian?” My mother’s voice came over the line as I stepped into the green room. “Is that why you felt the need to lie to us about quitting your job and hiding this novel business?”