Silver Hills, Washington, en route to the airport [Thursday Evening]
"I don't understand," Wes says, a slight whine creeping in to his tone. "I've never had to go to summer camp before. And why a new school? The old school was *fine*." Boring, but fine.
"Your father just wants what's best for you, sir," Phillips, the Collins' butler and occasional limo driver, says with the long-suffering tone of someone who's put up with similar arguments many times in the past.
"And what's best for me apparently involves a redeye flight to Greece?" Wes asks. "I thought my father wanted me to go to an American school." Wes remembers *that* particular argument all too well- last September, his father had mentioned that he should start preparing for admission in to Harvard, and Wes had shot back that he hadn't even started his first year of high school yet and besides, he kind of thought school overseas would be cool. The argument... had not been pleasant.
"I don't get paid to question what your father asks of me, sir," Philips says. "I get paid to do my job. And right now my job is to see you to the airport safely."
"Couldn't even see me off himself, too busy with late-night meetings," Wes mutters under his breath. "Typical."
"Your father just wants what's best for you, sir," Phillips, the Collins' butler and occasional limo driver, says with the long-suffering tone of someone who's put up with similar arguments many times in the past.
"And what's best for me apparently involves a redeye flight to Greece?" Wes asks. "I thought my father wanted me to go to an American school." Wes remembers *that* particular argument all too well- last September, his father had mentioned that he should start preparing for admission in to Harvard, and Wes had shot back that he hadn't even started his first year of high school yet and besides, he kind of thought school overseas would be cool. The argument... had not been pleasant.
"I don't get paid to question what your father asks of me, sir," Philips says. "I get paid to do my job. And right now my job is to see you to the airport safely."
"Couldn't even see me off himself, too busy with late-night meetings," Wes mutters under his breath. "Typical."