“Is this your first time flying, Anna? Or just your first time on a private jet?” the boss asks.
They are at the airport in a private room waiting for his pilot to give them the all clear to board. After weeks of waiting and preparations, they are finally headed to Europe.
“I’ve never flown before, sir. If I said I wasn’t nervous I’d be lying,” Anna says, her knee nervously bouncing. She looks at her boss, so calm, so relaxed. She wishes she could adopt his demeanor but he’s probably been doing this all his life. She hasn’t. She looks in her bag and makes sure she has her headphones and book to distract her on the flight. She isn’t terribly comfortable with flying. A sly smirk spreads across her face as she wonders if her boss has other plans for her on the plane. She is at his beckoned call, after all.
“If we were flying commercial this flight would take 12-14 hours with layovers and stops. But because your boss is a very wealthy man we will be there in less time than it would take you to drive back to Ohio,” he says, putting an arm around her, bringing her back from her momentary fantasy.