From the moment my plane landed. California, I have been a big bag of nerves.
The message I received from Johan last night contributed to all of these.
I hadn't even been given time to catch myself and prepare for this.
I waited for Mikey to come pick me up and tried to calm myself down as I waited.
After a while, I received a call. It was from Lindholm. He was to arrive later as he had been rounding up a case.
"Mr. Lindholm?" I called the moment I answered.
"Hello, Ms. Selena. I trust that you would be waiting for someone to come pick you up from the airport…"
"I am," I responded as I looked at my watch. It was more than thirty minutes now. "Isn't Mr. Bianchi coming anymore?"
"I'm sorry, but he got caught up with something, instead he sent another to come pick you up."
"Oh," I let out a small sigh of relief. At least, I didn't have to see Mikey first.
"He'll be there anytime now."
"Okay."
