Chapter19:

CHAPTER 19. NO MORE HANKY-PANKY  RYDER Alighting from my private jet, I was met with repeated camera flashes and was swamped up by a bunch of paparazzi and reporters. They held out their recorders and were throwing a bunch of questions my way. It was raining. Not the thunderstorm kind of rain, but yeah, it was raining. And it's unbelievable that these humans would stand out here to suck the life out of me when they should be helping those already affected by the constant rain. With my sunglasses on and an umbrella over my head, I was guarded to my car. The door opened and I slid in, shutting off their shouting and interrogation. “Stupid humans,“ I grunted. How could they be so jobless? “Welcome back, Sir,“ Tiffany spoke up. For a second there, I'd forgotten she was right beside me.  Tiffany was my human secretary. When it comes to matters that involve my partnership and business deals with humans, she takes a record of all that. She maps out my schedule and emails them to Jason. Tiffan