Miles stood at the ticket counter waiting for the pretty little blond to hunt and peck her way to finding him a flight.  Behind him in line others waited impatiently, but he was a congressman, by God, and he would take as much time as he goddamn needed!

“There’s nothing leaving non-stop for another two hours, sir,” she said, offering a sweet corporate smile.

It had been years since he last purchased a ticket for himself, and he now remembered why he paid assistants.  A shame I can’t use them now.  One more thing the asshole will pay for.

“Fine, sweetheart.  Which one’s got the shortest layover?”

“Um…” She tapped at the keyboard a few more times, and said, “I’ve got one with a thirty minute layover...

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