Chapter 952 The Request Of A Stewardess
Donald highly valued Amelia because he needed an extra pair of hands to help share the workload
and manage the variouspany affairs, especially with Jennifer''s pregnancy.
Upon reviewing all the staff profiles, Donald realized that Amelia was the only one capable of
stepping in for Jennifer.
With the human resource matters sorted out with Amelia, Donald headed to the airport, all ready to
catch a flight to meet Weston again.
Donald''s resolution of the location issue for Dynasty Studios led to a remarkably smooth shooting
process for Weston and his team. In just a matter of days, they sessfully transitioned from
shooting indoor scenes to outdoor scenes.
Theirtest shooting location was Brimhurst Grasnd.
Even though Weston had previously submitted the safety n for the film crew to Jennifer, she still
had concerns about potential challenges they might face on set. As a result, she sent a text
message to Donald, requesting him to take the lead and follow up with the situation.
Donald, who was sitting in the airport lounge, waiting to board his flight, felt irritated and upset by
that.
Does Jennifer think I''m a superhero? Why does she keep assigning me to every task at the office?
“Excuse me, Sir, could you please do me a favor?”
A pleasant voice broke through Donald''s reverie and brought him back to the present.
The first thing that caught his eyes was a pair of beautiful, slender legs in ck stockings.
As Donald looked up, he was greeted by a body-hugging red velvet mini skirt. Then he saw the
stewardess uniform of Southern Airlines and a lovely face.
Eileen Monnay asked with a sheepish look on her face, “Sir, the handle of my suitcase broke, and
it''s quite heavy. Would you mind helping me move this suitcase to the crew lounge down the
hallway?”
Donald scanned around the lounge and realized that the airport terminal was surprisingly huge. He
also noticed that he was actually the only man waiting for his flight in that area.
Well, it''s normal for an airport to be so empty at four in the morning. I didn''t have anything else to
do, so I bought a ticket for the earliest flight. Plus, I got here two hours ahead of time.
“Sure.”
Donald did not say anything more. He stood up and walked toward the suitcase.
He lifted the suitcase slightly and knew instantly that Eileen was right. The suitcase was indeed
heavy, weighing at least fifty-something pounds.
The handle of the suitcase was broken, and the wheels were damaged too.
That kind of weight was undoubtedly a burden for a stewardess, definitely not something she could
easily handle.
“Sir, how about we lift it together? If we do so, it should be much easier.”
When Eileen saw Donald bending over and checking the suitcase without moving it, she thought
that he could not handle weight.
Just as she was about to lend a hand, Donald lifted the entire suitcase on his own with little effort.
The suitcase rested on Donald''s shoulder as if it were empty, light as a feather.
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If Eileen had not been aware of what she had packed, she might have believed the suitcase was
not as heavy as she thought.
“Which crew lounge?”
“Oh, it''s this one right there. Let me lead the way.”
Donald''s question brought Eileen back to her senses.
She quickly led the way, swiped her card to open the door, and ushered Donald into the crew
lounge.
That was Donald''s first time entering a crew lounge.
He noticed that the space looked like a gym''s changing room, with multiple lockers for changing
clothes and a long bench in the center, meant for sitting and resting.
Eileen opened her locker and asked Donald to put her suitcase inside.
“Thank you so much, Sir. If it weren''t for your help, I really wouldn''t know what to do. By the way, my
name is Eileen Monnay. May I ask what''s yours, Sir?”
“Donald Campbell.”