Page 36 of The Single Dad Billionaire
Josh
“Sir, would you like a hot towel?” the flight attendant asked.
“Yes, thank you," I said. I took the towel, opened it up, and laid it across my face.
I looked at my watch, sighed, and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Although I was thankful the Rogers company had flown me business class and that I had room to stretch out, I had still been sitting in the same place for nearly eight hours. I closed my eyes, wondering if I should try to get some more sleep. I still had three and a half hours left until we landed in London.
I thought back to the conversation I had with Greg that morning before I got on the plane.
“What do you think is going to come of this?” he had asked.
I didn’t have an answer for him then, and even now, after all this time to sit and think, I still didn’t know what I thought might happen. Regardless of the outcome, I was honored that they were even having this conversation with me, but I simply had no idea what to expect.
All I knew was that I would be landing in London in the afternoon. I would head to the hotel and try to get some good sleep. Then the next day, I would be at the Rogers office at 8 AM. I didn’t know what all they had planned, but they said that there would be three days full of meetings, meals, and some sightseeing.
No matter what happened, I was excited to be going to London. I hadn’t been there for a couple of years, but I always enjoyed it whenever I would visit. I loved all the sights and sounds, and I just felt very comfortable there.
Brenna had been excited for me when I told her what I was going to do. She told me to let her know how it was going, and I had promised her I would.
Rylan was also excited. He wanted to come with me, but for this trip, I said I wanted to be able to check everything out on my own, and so he stayed with my parents. I didn’t know what was going to come of this meeting, and I didn’t want him to form an opinion about London one way or another if it wasn’t even going to be an option for us. He had been disappointed, but he understood that I was just looking out for him. I also promised him that I would take him to London for a vacation soon since I knew he would love it.
Realizing that I was not going to get any more sleep, I turned on my overhead light, grabbed the novel I had been reading, and happily got lost in the story. Before I knew it, the pilot announced that the flight attendants would be making a final pass through the cabin to collect trash, and we were going to be on the ground within twenty minutes.
Three hours later, I stepped out of the cab at my hotel, grabbed my luggage, and walked inside. The lobby was grand, with a high ceiling adorned with intricate chandeliers that sparkled like constellations. Everyone was so kind and helpful, but I was a bit disoriented and exhausted. I planned to eat a little bit of food, fall into bed, and get some sleep. Although it was early, I knew that it was the best way to make sure that I was well-rested for the meeting the next day.
I got everything settled into my room, and although there were several fun restaurants around, I just went to the restaurant in the hotel. I ordered some soup, ate quickly, and then went back to my room.
The next thing I knew, it was five o’clock in the morning. Although my alarm was not set to go off for another hour, I felt well-rested, so I got out of bed. I headed down to the gym for a quick workout, then got ready and took a cab to the office of the Rogers group.
I looked out the window of the cab and marveled at all of the sights of London I could see on our way to the office. We passed iconic landmarks like the Houses of Parliament, with its Gothic spires reaching up towards the sky, and the majestic Tower of Big Ben standing proudly against the cityscape. The streets were alive with the vibrant energy of the city, bustling with people from all walks of life.
The ride went by faster than I wanted it to, and I was happy that I would have more time for sightseeing that afternoon.
After we pulled to the stop, I thanked the cab driver, climbed out, and walked into the impressive building.
The Rogers office building was nothing short of magnificent. As I approached, I couldn’t help but marvel at its grandeur. The structure was a modern architectural masterpiece, a towering edifice of glass and steel that seemed to touch the sky. The façade was sleek and reflective, capturing the essence of thebustling city around it. Inside, the lobby was even more impressive. The floors were made of polished marble, and the high ceilings created an airy, open space. Artworks adorned the walls, and the reception desk was a sleek, minimalist design that exudes sophistication. The entire atmosphere was one of understated elegance and power, a perfect representation of the prestigious firm.
I went to check in at the registration desk, but to my surprise, the young man sitting at the desk knew who I was.
“Good morning, Mr. Kingston. It’s good to have you with us.”
“Thank you,” I said. “But you can call me Josh. And it’s good to be here.”
“I will let Mr. Rogers know that you have arrived,” he said. “May I get you a cup of coffee or tea while you wait?”
“Yes, coffee please,” I said.
“Would you like cream and sugar?”
“No, thank you,” I replied.
He sent a quick message and then hurried off to get the coffee.
I sat down in the chair and tried to process the fact that he just said that I would be interviewing with Mr. Rogers. I had not realized that I would be meeting with one of the partners so soon. I didn’t ask him for clarification, but I assumed I would be meeting with the youngest Mr. Rogers. I knew that the firm was a family firm, and the current leadership consisted of three generations of Rogers.
I smiled as I thought about what it would be like for my father and grandfather and me to work together. It was not a realistic option, as my grandfather had been a police officer, my father was a professor, and I was a developer. We all got along and truly enjoyed spending time together, but I didn’t think we would ever be able to work together every day.
The young man who had first greeted me returned with my coffee and told me that Mr. Rogers would be out shortly. Aboutfive minutes later, another gentleman, who appeared to be about five years younger than I was, came out to greet me.
