New Smyrna Beach, Florida
Justin groaned when he heard his cell phone ring. Staying under the sheets, a right hand appeared and grabbed the small ringing object off of the night table and brought the unwanted object under the covers.
"...'lo?" mumbled Justin into the phone while snuggling into the pillow to get more comfortable.
"Good morning to you too Justin!" Johnny Wright laughed into his phone.
"What do you want?" Justin whined hoping he'd be able to go back to sleep.
"You need to get out of bed and go pick someone up at the Vero Beach Muni Airport for me," Justin's manager said.
"Can't you send JC? Or Lance?" Justin whined.
"Nope sorry," answered flatly the older man.
"Why! I want to sleep!" Justin said while pouting in the pillow.
"You would like sleep a little longer?" asked the manager looking outside of his office window, watching the cars pass by.
"Yeah" Justin replied.
"Oh okay, then I'll call your new photographer and tell your story that you don't want to go to the airport because you want to sleep in...." Johnny said walking to his desk and sitting down.
"Who is it?" Justin asked rubbing his eyes.
"Biena" Johnny replied.
Justin have never heard of that name before and groaned.
�What if this photographer is like the others? Do I really need of a photographer?� he asked as he sat up on the bed.
�Trust me, Biena is someone you can trust your life with.� said the manager.
"So you want ME to pick Biena up at the airport?" Justin asked.
"Yes, the plane will land in three hours at the Vero Beach Muni Airport, so you better get going," Johnny said looking at his watch and back down at the papers that the photographer had faxed to him earlier in the day.
"What about security?" Justin asked getting up and walking to the window to look outside.
"No need because the photographer's plane lands in a restricted area," Johnny replied looking through the paper.
"Oh okay," Justin answered as he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen to write down the information that his manager was giving him.
Justin and Johnny hung up after he got all the information he needed and got ready to leave.
As the workers worked on getting the luggages out of the plane, the door of the private jet opened and a young woman walked out into the sunny weather of Florida. She put on her sunglasses and took out her cell phone. She walked up the stairs and into the tunnel. Just as she disappeared, Justin�s cell phone rang.
�Hello?� he answered as he turned away from the window.
�Mister Timberlake?� asked a female voice.
�Is speaking. Who is this?� he asked but then frowned when the line was cut off.
He looked at his phone and shrugged his shoulders as he put the phone into his pocket.
He walked to a row of plastic seats and sat down just as a beautiful woman walked out of the gate. She had brown shoulder length hair with blonde highlights. She was wearing a blue pale mini skirt and a white shirt with blue flowers printed on the fabric. She looked around as if she was waiting for someone and then looked at her watch.
Justin crossed his arms over his chest and watched the young woman that was in front of him. He liked to watch people around him and make up stories about them in his head when he was bored. She grabbed her cell and pressed two buttons before placing the phone to her ear. Justin�s phone started to shake in his pocket that made Justin jump a little. He grabbed it quickly and answered.
�Hello?� he whispered into the phone.
�Mr. Timberlake?� asked the same female voice that called him earlier.
�Yes? Who is this?� he asked as he got up from his seat and walked to the window to have some privacy.
�Are you at the airport?� she asked.
�Yes� How did you know that I was at an airport?� he asked starting to look around himself.
�At what gate are you?� asked the caller.
�Gate Z99,� Justin answered starting to panic a little.
He was about to ask something when the line broke and he dropped his cell phone as if it burned his hand. He kneeled down and grabbed it as a pair of baby blue sandals stopped in front of him. He slowly followed the pair of sexy legs up her slim body to end up on her face. Justin slowly got up not leaving eye contact with her. He wondered why this beautiful woman was standing in front of him. He then recognized her. It was the lady who got off of that private jet that parked at the gate not ten minutes ago.
�How can I help you?� he asked after he found his tongue.
She smiled at him and extended her hand.
�How are you doing Mr. Timberlake? I�m the photographer, Elishia Biena, you came to pick up,� she said smiling at him as he opened and closed his mouth not finding any coherent words to say.
�Hi!� Justin said after a few tries.
Elishia giggled and the two of them walked to the luggage claim to get the things she brought with her. After they loaded all the cases in the van that Justin came with, they sat in the car and they headed to the WEG Compound in Lakeland.