Lauren thought this would make an excellent addition to the bio, yet she knew there was much more to be learned. He wanted this bio completed in six weeks, so she would need to focus her undivided attention on every detail in order to make this a best seller. It wasn’t so much the money the worldwide business made that her readers liked; it was the in-between, the everyday details that made them want to turn the page.

She glanced at her watch. It was after 4:00.

“We’ll have dinner at eight; that sound good to you?”

“That’s perfect,” she agreed. It would give her time to unwind, maybe soak in the luxurious bathtub, transcribe her notes.

“Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll arrange for your ride back to the penthouse, so you can rest up. Could be a late night,” he said, and winked. So this is where John had picked up the habit.

She dreaded the thought of getting in another vehicle, especially since she’d learned that Seattle traffic was a nightmare. She’d pop one of the Dramamine tablets Sandra Marie had discreetly tucked inside her bag.

Mr. G walked over to his desk, picked up the phone, and spoke into it, though she couldn’t hear what he said.

“Your ride will be here in ten minutes,” he announced, a sly grin on his face. “You’ll need these,” he said, reaching inside a drawer and handing her a pair of headsets.

She put them in her bag.

“You’ll need those for the ride. I’m having the chopper take you back to the penthouse. I don’t want you getting carsick again. You’re good with a helicopter ride?”

Her stomach twisted, her fear of flying kicked up. “Honestly, I’ve never been in a helicopter.”

“I always say there is a first time for everything. You’ll want to put those on so you can talk with the pilot, keep down the noise.”

Lauren seriously doubted she’d be in any shape to carry on a conversation, but she would keep those thoughts to herself. “Sure,” she said.

“I’ll let Sandra Marie know you’re ready, and she’ll walk you up to the heliport.”

Lauren nodded. Living a life of luxury did have its share of perks. It wouldn’t be too much of a leap to get used to this, she thought. Traveling in a helicopter . . . Hopefully, it was a short flight to the penthouse.

“Then I’ll see you tonight?”

“I’ll have the chopper pick you up at seven forty-five.”

The office door opened, and Sandra Marie entered the room. “Chopper’s six minutes out, G. You want me to bring anything tonight?”

“Just yourself,” he said, winking at his assistant’s assistant.

“Later, G,” she said, and led Lauren down the hall to a flight of stairs.