The Dawnrise Corporation’s top security team met Zencho at the airport. They were faces he knew well, a trio of men that regularly escorted him when residing in London. The team well knew the routine of getting Zencho through the airport with next to no hiccups. They weren’t off to a good start.
A photographer managed to slip the security ropes. His camera flashed the moment Zencho rounded the corner on the passenger boarding bridge. A string of curses left the man walking at his side. Marius was his neighbor on the plane since the unscheduled stop in Iceland to pick Zencho up. By the sounds of the choice words coming out of Marius, he was definitely not used to the life of fame and fortune.
A grin arched across Zencho’s face as he reached out to shake Marius’ hand. “Sorry about the camera. Wasn’t really expecting them this soon.”
Marius whistled low, a brief shake of his head made in disbelief. He shook Zencho’s hand in return. “Hey man, all good. Been a pleasure meeting you. You need help getting out of here?”
Zencho glanced over his shoulder. The three men dressed in black divided the crowd on their approach, forcing the handful of paparazzi back. Zencho often wondered just how much the photographers made off these candid shots of him if purchasing airfare to get past security didn’t hinder them in the least. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks, Marius. Make sure to give me a ring, yeah? Go out for a beer while you’re in London, maybe give you a bit of a tour of the sights.”