AUSTIN’S P.O.V

I rested my eyes for a bit while on our private jet as we flew from Stermyer to New York. “Wake up,” Keith said, shaking me. “I haven’t slept for days. Why are you waking me up? Have we landed as yet?” I asked. “No, not yet,” he said, looking down at a few papers that he had in his hand. “Are we about to land?” I asked him, a bit annoyed. “Nope…we still have a few hours before we land,” he sai