The call disconnects and Caden lets out a frustrated shout as he pulls the
phone away from his ear. The photo of April is still filling the screen and
Caden tears his eyes away from it, tossing the phone onto the couch as
another loud clap of thunder sounds just overhead. He feels so, so angry
and so fucking scared, and it's like he's vibrating with it. There's an odd
sensation in his chest and he paces, flipping on the television just for
some background noise to distract him while he thinks. Two familiar anchors
are sitting at a news desk, and Caden turns his back on the television.
A sudden severe storm has appeared just over San Francisco, and it's
leaving meteorologists baffled. The forecast called for clear sunny skies
throughout the week, and this sudden weather pattern has them scratching
their heads. Residents are encouraged to take cover until this strange
occurrence passes.
The first thing Caden does is call to arrange for a private jet because
he's far too frazzled to deal with public transportation right now, and he
doubts April will want to deal with it either. That is, if she even wants
to come back with him. He hopes so.
He's on hold with the flight company when he realizes that there's no way
they'll take off in such a storm. He stares out of the window and grits his
teeth. "Stop fucking raining."
Within moments the rain starts to slow, going from a torrential downpour to
a trickle as he watches. Caden is still staring with wide eyes when someone
comes on the line. "Mr. Carter? Hello? You're in luck. All flights were
set to be grounded, but if the weather keeps easing up like it is we should
be able to get you off the ground in a few hours."
"Uh, good," Caden says distractedly. He takes down the time and where he's
supposed to be, giving her his credit card information before disconnecting
the call. He stares out at the horizon and lets out a shaky breath when the
sun peeks out, sky clearing little by little. It has to be a coincidence. A
very strange coincidence. What other explanation is there?
He packs a duffel with a change of clothes and the charger for his phone
and changes into a casual suit before hailing a cab to the bank. He gets
some odd looks when he requests the cash, but Caden weaves a good story.
It's what he does.
Soon he's on a small jet with a briefcase full of cash at his feet,
clutching uneasily at a champagne flute the flight attendant stuck in his
hand. This is all too easy. The amount they're asking is far less than he
was expecting, and far less than these assholes know Caden is worth. What's
to say they won't just pull this again and again? He wants to stop them,
put an end to it, but he doesn't know how. Going to the police would be
idiotic, and for one brief moment he considers calling Les. He's powerful,
and despite what he put them through, Caden knows that he still cares.
He dismisses that idea quickly and stares out the window, gears in his mind
turning as he hopes for April's safety. He'll get her back, and hopefully
make them pay for ever touching her.
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The call disconnects and Caden lets out a frustrated shout as he pulls the phone away from his ear. The photo of April is still filling the screen and Caden tears his eyes away from it, tossing the phone onto the couch as another loud clap of thunder sounds just overhead. He feels so, so angry and so fucking scared, and it's like he's vibrating with it. There's an odd sensation in his chest and he paces, flipping on the television just for some background noise to distract him while he thinks. Two familiar anchors are sitting at a news desk, and Caden turns his back on the television.
A sudden severe storm has appeared just over San Francisco, and it's leaving meteorologists baffled. The forecast called for clear sunny skies throughout the week, and this sudden weather pattern has them scratching their heads. Residents are encouraged to take cover until this strange occurrence passes.
The first thing Caden does is call to arrange for a private jet because he's far too frazzled to deal with public transportation right now, and he doubts April will want to deal with it either. That is, if she even wants to come back with him. He hopes so.
He's on hold with the flight company when he realizes that there's no way they'll take off in such a storm. He stares out of the window and grits his teeth. "Stop fucking raining."
Within moments the rain starts to slow, going from a torrential downpour to a trickle as he watches. Caden is still staring with wide eyes when someone comes on the line. "Mr. Carter? Hello? You're in luck. All flights were set to be grounded, but if the weather keeps easing up like it is we should be able to get you off the ground in a few hours."
"Uh, good," Caden says distractedly. He takes down the time and where he's supposed to be, giving her his credit card information before disconnecting the call. He stares out at the horizon and lets out a shaky breath when the sun peeks out, sky clearing little by little. It has to be a coincidence. A very strange coincidence. What other explanation is there?
He packs a duffel with a change of clothes and the charger for his phone and changes into a casual suit before hailing a cab to the bank. He gets some odd looks when he requests the cash, but Caden weaves a good story. It's what he does.
Soon he's on a small jet with a briefcase full of cash at his feet, clutching uneasily at a champagne flute the flight attendant stuck in his hand. This is all too easy. The amount they're asking is far less than he was expecting, and far less than these assholes know Caden is worth. What's to say they won't just pull this again and again? He wants to stop them, put an end to it, but he doesn't know how. Going to the police would be idiotic, and for one brief moment he considers calling Les. He's powerful, and despite what he put them through, Caden knows that he still cares.
He dismisses that idea quickly and stares out the window, gears in his mind turning as he hopes for April's safety. He'll get her back, and hopefully make them pay for ever touching her.