Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,88
crying. I suddenly felt even better about nearly making the king viper’s head explode.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Adam?”
“Yeah, listen, I just found out what happened with the studio. That had nothing to do with me, and I set them straight.”
“Y-you did?”
“Absolutely. We shouldn’t have any more trouble with them. I made things very clear,”
I said.
“What did you do?” Morgan asked.
“Just reminded them who owns the facility they would be shooting at. As well as the fact that I could buy their company ten times over at twice.”
“Oh, wow,” Morgan said.
“I’ll send a car for you. Do you have someone in mind you want to look after your little one while you are working, or should I arrange for a nanny?” I inquired, getting down to brass tacks.
“I-I do. Have someone, I mean,” Morgan said, still not seeming to believe that it was all real.
I could relate.
“Great, I’ll see you at the airport.”
The plane was one of the first things I’d bought with my first million. It didn’t cost all of that, partly because it was used. I saw no reason to waste money just because I had more money than most people would see in twenty lifetimes. In fact, it was all the more reason to try and use it to do some good in the world. God knew it was sorely needed.
I had just settled into my leather seat when the electric white limo came onto the private air strip. Shonna, efficient as ever, got the three people and their bags out of the limo and into the plane in record time.
“Thank you, Shonna.”
“Sir,” she said with an instinctive salute.
“She’s, um, intense,” observed Morgan’s companion, who I soon learned was named Astrid.
“Intenth!” Morgan’s little girl, Freya, parroted.
I made a mental note to watch what I said around her, even more than I normally would around a child.
“She was in the military since the age of 17.”
“They take them that young?”
“If they fib. It’s a conscription system, anyway.
“There’s no draft anymore,” Astrid said, as though I was a pitiable fool.
“There was in Israel. They even conscript women for combat and leadership positions. She’s seen some things.”
“Hence the shades?” Astrid skied.
“Exactly.”
“McQueens, right?” Morgan asked.
“Well spotted.”
The compound wasn’t very far. I had chosen the island partly for the easy commute as well as the natural wilderness that surrounded the property. It made it a bit difficult to put in the airstrip, but we had worked it out, managing to just squeak past the minimum requirement set for safety. Not that anyone would be coming out and checking, of course.
There were exactly three people on the planet who knew the island’s exact coordinates, and one of them barely ever spoke. Still, it was better to be safe than dying in flaming agony, as the old saying goes.
The car was at the bottom of the stairs when we got down. I had called from the plane to arrange it, as well as a few other things.
I was glad that Morgan was soon to be all mine.
Chapter Eight - Morgan
Holy peanuts! The legends of this tech billionaire’s luxury compound out among the crashing waves of the pacific were true. More than that, I was going there.
Adam hadn’t actually turned from a handsome prince to a hideous ogre, unlike the version of some fairy tale that young girls are always told. He really did want me there and actually had to fight the powers that be to make it happen.
It felt wonderful to be so valued. Even better, I had the two people I cared about most in the world there with me. Both of them seemed to take the whole thing in stride.
At least until we got close to the island. Then, Astrid let out her inner child. She squealed with excitement, glued to the window as the plane wafted down like a sheet of paper on the breeze.
The car appeared as if by magic at the bottom of the stairs, ready to whisk us through the trees and on to the palace.
“There’s a separate wing for Freya and Astrid,” Adam informed me. “They’ll have their own grounds. Other than for some trusted staff who live on the premises and isolate here, there is no interaction with the outside world. And everything has been sanitized. Don’t worry; it’s a completely safe place to be for the pandemic. All possible arrangements have been made.”
“What arrangements?” Astrid asked, eyeing Adam suspiciously.
“A personal chef, a gardener, a personal trainer, a pony with a riding instructor-”