Chapter 158

Fortunately, the airport transfer had been arranged in advance. Autumn endured the discomfort all the way to the hotel. Her room was right next to Dawson's presidential suite. That was far beyond the kind of accommodation she was entitled to, since the company would only reimburse a standard room. It had to be Dawson's doing. Autumn had to admit that it felt awesome to have such a generous boss. She thanked him, then went back to her own room. The moment she stepped inside, she rushed into the bathroom and threw up. Only after vomiting did the wave of nausea finally pass. There was nothing scheduled for that night, so Autumn was free to do as she pleased. Merova was a tourist city, and she was tempted to go out and explore. But she was feeling a bit too lazy at the moment. Next door, Dawson had just settled in when Preston Jameston, son of the richest family in Merova, came by to welcome him. "It's been a while, Mr. Faulkner." The Jamestons were crony capitalists, a family wit