Charlotte
Wow. Each time I stepped out with Nathan, I get impressed by the life of the rich. We had passed through the crowded airport and skipped so many lines, I felt bad for the people who could not. And just when I thought I could not feel more privileged, the words “Private jet” reached my ears. I would be traveling on a private jet? I had never even been on anything other than economy before.
We were led by a small entourage to a hanger near the runway where the jet was parked. From afar, it had looked like a modest sized plane. It had some words written in complicated cursive on it. I could not read it and Nathan did not seem keen on giving me the time of the day. He had been speaking to me in simple sentences for a while now.
He had spoken to the pilot who introduced himself as
