The day of the trip finally arrived. I stood by my window, peering out as a sleek, black private car pulled up in front of my house. Olivia was there with me, her usual supportive self, offering last-minute words of encouragement.
"You've got this, Elena. Just remember to stick to your boundaries," she said, giving me a reassuring hug.
"I will," I promised, waving goodbye as I walked out the door and into the car.
As the car drove away, I looked back to see Olivia standing there, waving. I felt a pang of anxiety mixed with excitement. This was it. The next step in this strange journey.
The car picked up the CEO from his place, and soon we were on our way to the airport. The ride was mostly silent, the weight of what was ahead pressing down on both of us. When we arrived, we quickly went through security and boarded the business class plane.
