The early morning sky was cloaked in darkness when a company car dropped Spencer off at the small airfield.   She was the first to arrive.  She boarded the company’s private jet, clutching a large duffle bag full of clothes in one hand and a briefcase full of resumes in the other.  Two hundred people had applied to be Ashley’s assistant by the time she left to catch the plane.  As soon as she was settled in, she sat at a small booth near the kitchen and went to work perusing each resume to find the perfect replacement.  She was so focused she barely noticed the other staff members arrive, or the plane take off soon afterward.  It wasn’t until Aidan came back to nag her about being anti-social that she even took her eyes off the stack of papers in front of her.

“Come on, Spence” he whined, sitting across from her with a glass of brandy.  “Just have one drink with us.  You’re going to get a headache doing all that reading on a plane.” 

“No, Aidan. I’m not drinking this early in the morning.” Spencer replied.

“Please, Spence.  I’m begging you.  I can’t spend one more minute alone with those two.”

Spencer looked over Aidan’s shoulder to the lounge where the other two staff members on the trip were cuddling on the coach.  Ashley’s stylist, Madison, and her manager, Ethan, weren’t an official couple but that didn’t stop them from putting their hands all over each other in public.

“I don’t know why you still let them get to you,” Spencer said, looking back down at the resumes.

“Maybe because that’s my girlfriend.”

“Ex, Aidan.  She’s your ex-girlfriend."

"That’s just a technicality," Aidan said, downing the rest of his drink.

"Aidan you need to move on.  You were too good for her anyway.  Why don’t you find someone more in your league?”

"This from the girl who still sees her crazy ass ex-wife.  You can give me advice on moving on, when you move on.”

“I’m not still seeing Carmen, Aidan.  She just comes over to see Sammy."

"Well, your neck says otherwise," Aidan smirked, pointing to the body part in question.  Spencer’s hand flew up to her neck and she could feel the exposed skin where her scarf had slipped.  She hastily readjusted it so her neck was covered again.