John felt completely powerless given the situation and brooded over what to do with the Hanoi situation. He looked at the clock on the adjacent wall in his office, it was almost six o'clock and although he'd gone through the motions all afternoon it wasn't until then that it struck him that Lea was leaving for Hanoi that night...
"Shit" he said out loud, and called her office but there was no answer. Next her called her flat...his heart began to sink as couldn't remember her flight details, in the past she would have given them to him but since the whole matter with Bill being posted to Hanoi a definite coolness had invaded their relationship.
He hesitated to call Glenda, but felt he had no choice. Dailing the number, it rang twice before her recognizable voice came on the line, "hello" she said formally. It's me, what time does Lea's plane leave for Bangkok he asked a little too hurriedly. There was a moments silence before Glenda responded, "seven o'clock no thanks to you" she said pointedly. John had no patience after the eventful day and responded tersely "look somethings come up in Hanoi and she can't go". "A little too late don't you think?" John wasn't sure if Glenda knew that he'd gotten her working papers for Vietnam so didn't press the matter too hard before hanging up.
Next he called British Airways to see if he could catch Lea at the boarding gate, but the British Airways agent was apologetic, "I'm sorry sir but the flight has boarded and pushed back from the gate".
As he hung up the phone his head was spinning, he was worried for the safety of Bill and Phuong and now Lea was on a plane bound for goodness knows what, could it get any worse he thought. Taking a deep breath, he reasoned the only thing for him to do now was get on the earliest flight to Hanoi and sort this obvious mess out when he got there...
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