Forty-One - Letters From Hell
Brasília, Federal City, Brazil 11:00 Airport security, household staff and personal chauffeurs lined up. Waiting for the jet to stop in front of them. An old man precedes the rest of the entourage out of the plane. Mr. Smith opened the black umbrella he was carrying and descended slowly with his available arm behind him. Observing the attendance carefully. If anyone is disguising, he will able to hint even the slightest malicious motives. After he ended his thorough inspection, he stepped aside on the carpeted walkway for their valuable guest. Young, tall and white male flight attendant followed by his gorgeous Brazillian female colleague went down, carrying a Louis Vuitton luggage. Carefully clinging to the expensive cargo costing more than their entire years of service combined. Fin
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