I am returning to New York City following a business trip to Cairo. I was sent there to troubleshoot a computer problem a hotel was having with their new reservations system. Fortunately for me, I was able to resolve their issue in a day. This is the third time this month that I have had to travel overseas to handle a client's problem, and frankly, I'm tired. I know, overseas travel for work seems glamorous at first, but after you do it a few times, the novelty wears off quickly. I think my boss can tell I'm getting tired of the travel, that's why the company sprung for a return flight on a private jet. Right now, I'm feeling like one lucky son of a bitch.
Currently, our small jet is flying somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea at thirty-five thousand feet. There are only three people in the passenger cabin for this flight. Myself, a female passenger and a flight attendant. The flight attendant is seated at the very front of the cabin. The female passenger, whom I find quite attractive, is seated in the first row of seats and I am seated in the second row of seats. We have never met before.
The female passenger is wearing a stylish white blouse and a form fitting blue skirt which stops just above the knee. Her choice of clothing accents her athletic form perfectly. She also possesses piercing eyes, which are the most beautiful shade of grey. Her make up and long, black, hair are done to perfection. She is a vision of beauty.