At the airport

The weekend went by uneventfully. Michael packed, ran a few errands, but otherwise generally loafed. He had lived alone since his last girlfriend and he had split up about a year ago, and while he dated, his work schedule kept him too busy for any long term commitment. As his ex had so frequently and forcefully pointed out.

On Monday he arrived at the airport in plenty of time to check his luggage and clear security. Once that was done he bought a coffee and sat on a couch at the gate and read a newspaper, waiting patiently for the flight to be called.

He was suddenly aware of someone in front of him and looked up to see Carol standing there, a triumphant smile on her face.

"So Golden Boy, the boss realised that you needed help and rewarded me too," she gloated. She was dressed in casual clothes instead of the austere clothing she wore to work, but still managed to look severe.

Michael raised his eyebrows in surprise. "He's sending you to Freedonia?"

"Damn right. He tried to weasel but I was firm. Told him that I did half the work and I deserved the same reward you got."

"Did he explain what kind of resort Freedonia is?"

"A luxury one. First class all the way. All on the company's tab."

"I see," Michael said, trying not to smile as the flight was called.