40. A walk to the past

Two hours later, Geo Lee’s driver was creeping alongside the airstrip runway towards a sexy black jet with gray tail and wings, ENEN brand in bold gold letters on the side. The jet’s door was down but I didn’t see Josh.

“Okay, Dalia,” Geo Lee said in that voice only he owned, while flickering his lashes. “One can never tell what mood Nelson’s gonna be in, he’s mercurial like that, so I won’t have you coming out with me. I don’t care that you used to share your cookies with him. When he arrives, I’ll go out first and test the waters. If his mood is in the bitters, then you leaving this car is a no, no. Got it?”

Can you say drama queen? “But how will I know?”

Geo Lee made a clucking sound with his tongue as he thought about it for a moment, then pulled his tie-dyed scarf from around his neck. “I’ll keep this scarf in my hand. If his mood is okay, you can come out then. But if his mood is shitty, I’ll wrap it around my neck and you have my driver bring you back to the office. I can’t ta