Talk about the boot being on the other foot! Talk about the biter bitten!
I never thought that I would be head-hunted, tempted – no, seduced – into leaving our Florida office, where I was top bitch, and joining a rival company in a subordinate role. But here I was. Yes, Marie la Reine d'Ecosse, former butt-buster, was now Mary Queen of Sod-all, in an office up north. The salary was better by sixty percent, the status was good, the benefits were amazing, in fact I would have had to have been insane to turn the job down.
Sitting in the airport is never much fun, regardless of the reason behind traveling. I'm a seasoned traveler though and even despite all of the new security measures and increasing delays, it seems that I'm at the airport more often now than not. In fact, with my relatively new job, I'm traveling more now than ever. But who's complaining, right? After all, it's putting food on the table. I've never been one to complain too much anyway.
It was going to be a long flight, 13 hours and 22 minutes according to the itinerary, but Josh Michaels actually resented the fact that he had to fly out of Logan airport more than the length of the flight. He had been the spokesman for his company, Tri-Elite Inc. for 3 years now, and had been on more planes than he cared to remember. This trip to Moscow was certainly the longest. They were sending him there to tout their latest development, a device that could detect radioactive traces in soil.