Delta Headquarters – Part l

The morning arrived with Mason knocking on her door,
"Sunshine little dove. The sun is shining brightly, and the table is set with your favourite blueberry pancakes, topped with exquisite butter and freshly brewed coffee." He merrily declared, and the door opened. Walked out a fully dressed Ophelia.
"Good morning, Dad." She smiled as he glanced at her from head to toe. She was dressed in her black pilot uniform with a white shirt under a double-breasted suit jacket. She had her silver wing on the left side of her chest over her nameplate and four silver stripes on the edge of her sleeves. Ophelia wore her hair back in a low bun and wore very minimal makeup. She carried her cap under her arm and carried a pilot bag with all of her essentials in her hand. Her father's eyes twinkled with pride as she smiled at him.
"Dad, you should not have made breakfast. I was going to do it." She said sternly, her eyes narrowed at him.
"Come on, I know you love my blueberry pancakes." He declared as he led her to the small table. "You didn't tell me you were leaving, dear?" Sitting down, he asked.
Ophelia raised her head, putting her bag and cap down on the floor.
"I'm sorry, I got a mail from them last night and you were fast asleep when I arrived home." As she delved into the platter of pancakes, she said and he nodded.
"When are you going to return home?" He asked
"I'm not sure," He nodded once again as she responded.
"How did your date with Owen go?" He inquired, and she raised her head glancing at him, and returned her eyes to the platter of food.
"It was fine. He's on his way to pick me up."
"You don't seem happy about it," he remarked, and she gave him a glance.
"It's not like that, Dad. I just have a bad feeling about today." Mason looked at her as she voiced her thoughts.
"Why? Do you have a bad feeling about flying today?" He inquired, confused.
"No, they called me at the Headquarters." She sighed as she sipped her coffee. "And I'm not sure why." She remarked while putting down her coffee.
"Don't worry, you will be fine." With a warm smile and a nod, he assured her.

The doorbell rang as Ophelia was putting away the dishes after they had finished their breakfast.
"I'll get it," Mason told her and proceeded to open the door. He pulled the door open, and Owen, dressed in a suit, looked up.
"Mr. Jade! How are you doing, Sir?" He asked,
"Briar," Mason responded with a stiff nod.
Ophelia dried her hands with a towel and walked to the door where her father and Owen were conversing. As Ophelia arrived, Owen stole a glance over Mason's shoulder.
"Dad,"
"Be safe, sweetheart. And don't worry every day will be fine." He muttered as he drew her in for a hug.
"Please take care of yourself. Eat healthy, no junks, no running marathons, no sleepless nights working, no cigar and no alcohol." They pulled away from the hug and she sternly instructed. Mason lifted his palm in surrender as she scowled.
"I won't, promise."
"I'll try to come home as soon as I can." She said with a sad smile and he caressed her face.
"I'm going to be alright. Fly safe." He said softly, smiling, and she walked out the door.
"Young man, drop her off safely," Mason stated sternly as Owen stiffened in his seat.
"I will, sir. Take care of yourself." Owen replied politely, and Mason nodded.
"Goodbye, Dad." They said their goodbyes as Ophelia and Owen went out of the complex building.
"You look stunning." Owen complimented her and she glanced at him raising her brows.
"In this uniform?"
"Yeah, you look smoking hot." Ophelia chuckled as Owen winged. Owen pulled the car door open and Ophelia slipped inside. Owen softly closed the door and walked around to take the wheel, and they began driving down the suburb towards the airport.

Ophelia noticed a little travel suitcase on the back seat and glanced at Owen,
"Are you going somewhere?" She inquired.
"Yeah, my boss is going to New York for a meeting and requested me to accompany him this morning." He informed her, and she nodded.
Owen works as a project manager for a major corporation, and he earns enough money to pay his bills and still has enough money to lead a fun life. Owen and Ophelia had started dating when she had recently joined Delta Airlines after leaving the Air Force and Owen was a business analyst. He worked hard, and he was promoted to project manager as a reward for his efforts.
"What did my father say to you?" Ophelia inquired.
"A lot of things that I'm not willing to say or hear again." Ophelia laughed as he shivered in his seat.
"It couldn't possibly have been that dreadful!"
"All I wanted to do was run!" Ophelia chuckled as Owen exclaimed, "And here I was thinking he liked me!"
"He did. Before you had decided to dump me." Ophelia said in a teasing tone and saw his face drop.
"I guess I have one more person to apologize to." He sighed, his voice tinged with remorse for his actions in the past.
"You really do!"

They soon reached the airport and Owen parked the car and after taking his suitcase, they walked into the airport together.
"What time is your flight?" Ophelia inquired, and Owen glanced down at his wristwatch.
"In about two hours."
"What will you do checking in now?" Ophelia inquired, wearing her cap.
"I'll wait." With a bright smile, he said, and they walked in.
"So this is goodbye." Owen sighed as Ophelia turned around.
"I'll be back soon."
"Don't forget to respond to my texts when you get time. I'll be waiting for you." As he spoke, his voice was gentle, and she smiled, "I will." He drew her in for a kiss and soon parted away.
As she walked away, he stood with his hand in his pocket. Ophelia came to a halt and looked back to see Owen staring at her; she waved her hand and walked away. After checking in, she was soon boarding a plane of Delta Airlines to Atlanta, Georgia.