Trade Show
It's called attending a public event for PR. February 1, 2017.
“It must be an error. You know, the incompetent guys that are somehow still hired—“
“It’s no error.” Luna almost felt like she is actively going against her friend at this point. Yet it is the truth.
The two became quiet as the only sound heard inside the vehicle was the quiet drone offered by the autopilot. Kayla wanted the driver to be asleep at this point. It’s her vehicle, still, it’s everyone else that should be doing things for her.
“Great.” The girl wearing a shirt almost seemed she was ready to sign an instrument of surrender. “Honestly, don’t know why I should really care—“
The butler looked at her with slight unease, yet she carried on anyway.
“We’re heading to central New York for a trade show. You know, your trade show.” Luna spoke as if everyone with the last name Ferrule are one and the same.
Kayla paused in thought as she sipped from the bottom of water she had unsheathed from a holder just below the window.
She was no diplomat.
“Back by night?”
Luna silently nodded in compliance.
The vehicle slid into a back-end, and the door opened to a suited man with shades.
“Please.”
He pushed open the unassuming door to a wood-padded corridor above a flight of stairs.
“Miss Ferrule, your person is up ahead.”
The agent retreated back outside the room, and shut that same door behind him.
It was her father.
“Hey.” He saved his hugs and opted for a brief tap on the shoulder. “We will be staying inside a conference for most of today. Evaluation sessions, if you may, Kayla.”
Luna took a deep breath and silently trailed the father and daughter.
Kayla hated the thought of it. It was the same queasiness when Miles pulled her onto the Space Race.
Her heart skipped when the door opened for them. The room was empty.
“That was a little unexpected.” The father shook his head. “I’ll go ask.”
“Might be a good chance to just go out, and you know, walk, Kayla.”
You can imagine that the CEO of Circle totally did hear that sentence uttered. But he walked on to more important things.
They trailed him until they were inside the main hall, where they blasted lights and music that practically drowned out every single spotlight item that they are trying to promote.
Kayla pulled the sunglasses she had it hung on the collar of her shirt, and disguised herself.
Her father was shaking hands with a few people in the distance. She looked away.
The booth were all one and the same, all decorated differently, selling distinct products, but looked the same.
She neared one of the booths and picked up a tablet as a litmus test if anyone would have a vague hint of who she is.
“Can I help you?”
The attendant neared scared the marbles out of her. Her face didn’t show it.
“I think I’m good.”
“Let me know if you need an intro.” He retreated back inside, and resumed their chat, some with a box in hand that they are eating out of.
She dropped the tablet and stared back to a space behind her. They’re gone now.