Bab 28: I'll Be Missing You Always

Hwan's POV

It had been one hell of a week in Nigeria, and while I'd enjoyed my stay here, I was more than happy to return home to New York.

Finishing up the usual pre-flight procedures, I returned to the VIP lounge of the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport where all of the Oba's were waiting for me. As I entered the expensively decorated suite, Janet greeted me with a warm smile.

"Are you done with everything, Hwan?"

"Yes, I am. Although I got a bit held up checking in my luggage," I explained, and she nodded in acknowledgement.

"You know we could've organized for you to fly private. We know a few people."

Politely, I refuted the older woman's offer, more than satisfied with flying first class. Honestly, Janet was such a sweetheart.