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✎chapter seven × turbulence

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"I thought you said we were going to an airport." I try to ask over the wind.

   We're in the middle of an open airstrip that took an hour and a half to drive to. No airport, no TSA, no metal detectors. Nothing.

  Ivan just drove through a heavily guarded fence and onto the perfectly black asphalt landing strip where a small aircraft currently sits.

  It's sleek and shiny. And also completly empty.

   "I don't fly commercial." Angelo replies simply, tapping his foot on the ground as the stairs to the jet are lowered.

   Immediatly, two air hostesses emerge from the craft and greet Angelo in unison.

"Good evening, sir." They practically sing like a trained chorus.

  "Good evening, ladies. I hope you have the appropriate accommodations for my guest."

   They nod and the two of them take my bags from the trunk of the Benz.

  One of them, a brunette with rakes for eyelashes glances me up and down, grimacing slightly. Her companion elbows her in the side.

  The brunette glances fearfully towards Angelo, but he isn't paying attention.

   He turns his gaze to me for a moment, beckoning me to follow him. I do, traversing the narrow and steep steps behind him.

   Ivan stays behind at the car. I was hoping he'd tag along, only because I don't trust Angelo. But, I have no reason to trust Ivan either.

   I've never been on a private jet before, but I've seen movies. And somehow, I'm still almost starstuck.

  Everything is so glossy and so expensive. Like a mansion's living room, condensed into a plane.

  The walls are lined with soft white couches, adorned with luxurious throws. Ottoman's and low tables are scattered here and there. The floor is carpeted with a baby soft white rug.

  In the back there is, of course, a bar. Beyond that is a thin porteir, but I can't see what's behind it.

 
   I immediatly take off my slides and practically throw myself onto the couch.  Angelo looks slighly embarrassed as I wiggle my toes against the leather.