x Michele
"Today she wasn’t going to take any crap from Captain
A-hole Atkinson. Staring over the head of her boss and the well stacked minion
he’d taken to having tail him all the time, Felicity sought a glimpse of the
ocean out the window. Better. She disliked the way the bulk of the ship
disrupted the glorious view of Port Villa, but really, there wasn’t much to
complain about. Vanuatu was definitely a tropical island paradise, and gazing
at turquoise water was way better than having to watch Captain Atkinson’s face
pout through his pep talk.
“He really shouldn’t pick such massive bodyguards,
makes his short-man syndrome even more obvious,” she whispered to her neighbor.
“Careful,”
the Cruise Director, standing to her, left hissed back.
Bugger.
Felicity almost bit her tongue, literally, as the Cruise Director glared at
her. Professional reproach poured off him, his body stiff, his lip stiffer. Bugger
again.
Must.
Remember. New Cruise Director. Is. An. Ass.
Darius
Miller was about as far from her friend and the ship’s previous Cruise
Director, Michaela Western as it was possible to be. Gangly. Uptight. A
complete slave to authority.
Felicity sighed. Working for Adventurer Cruises was
supposed to be relaxing for herself as much as for the passengers. Sure it
wasn’t exactly a holiday, but it wasn’t massively taxing and when Michaela had
been around at least Felicity had been able to blow off a little steam by
providing snarky commentary about all and sundry on board. Damn Michaela for
falling in love with investment billionaire Dylan Johns, leaving to take on the
world at Head Office and have
beautiful green-eyed babies.
Felicity sighed again. The new Cruise Director was no
eye candy, and he was not a fan of her
witty repartee..."
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xMichele