“Sir, someone’s out there to kill…Sir!”
My new, private jet’s door closes and I finally drown out the stubborn voice of Michael. He keeps insisting this issue. It is because I won the bidding for this jet, he said.
Miles away from the ground, I open my laptop to review the report I will present, later. “Sir, we have a problem.” The pilot speaks.
“What is it?” I scroll down the page.
“I have to give this jet back to my boss.”
Before I can look up, a piercing gunshot rings and pain attacks my chest.
“Enjoy your trip, Sir.”
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