~ HARRISON ~
A gentle pat on my shoulder woke me, and I peeled my eyes open to see the hostess smiling down at me. “Mr. Harrison, we’re about to land in Boston,” she said.
I glanced out the window, seeing the Boston skyline in the distance. It seemed the flight from New York to Boston had taken a little over two hours after all, which was good for me. It had given me the opportunity to rest my head a little longer, and I appreciated that. Now awake and a little bit eager, I stretched my limbs before gathering my things and preparing to disembark.
The environment around the airstrip was a flurry of activity. Planes taxied on the tarmac, and ground crew members moved with practiced efficiency. As I descended the steps of the jet, I saw a private helicopter waiting for me, just as Sebastia
