Fara slipped on her sunglasses and crossed her legs with a confident. Around her, the production team was buzzing with last-minute preparations. The airport was as busy as ever and Bonita, ever the perfectionist, was still buried in her checklist, making sure everything was in order.
"Bon, what are you doing here?" Ziggy whispered, crouching next to her.
Bonita paused, giving him a sharp glare. "What you think what I'm doing?"
"You're not part of the trip, right? So… why are you here?" Ziggy persisted, his voice as clueless as his expression.
Bonita let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Ziggy, I'm here as Ms. Fara's personal assistant. Obviously, I'm here to send her off properly and ensure nothing is left behind. Clear enough for you?"
"Oh man, must be nice to be the boss," Ziggy mused, nodding like he just discovered a life hack. "Everything's taken care of for you."
