Ava couldn't wait to get home.
She's been airbound for four hours and she wished she could say she enjoyed the luxury of flying first class, but she didn't. Frodd's crass behavior irritated her. His presence had become increasingly unbearable. He wouldn't just let her be, but she was glad it was all over now.
She had resigned— A difficult decision, she wasn't expecting to make soon, but it was nothing compared to her peace.
Now she wanted peace—from any being called a man, cos all they've ever been to her, was a torn in the flesh.
Her father.
Lucas.
Dr Phyl.
Marcus Thompson and now
Frodd!
She had had enough, and the only way to avoid further unnecessary issues, was to be her own boss. She had gathered expertise and riches enough to start her business and build her self to the kind of wealth she desired. She would work contracts at her own terms, and still have time to tend to Alfred.
Alfred!
Time was ticking.
