Anne Moore
When I arrived at Andrew's private airport, I was surprised by the number of large and small planes he had, all bearing the name "Carter." I had no idea he owned a fleet of planes. Andrew is truly a very powerful man, no wonder he feels like he owns the world. When I boarded the plane, he was sitting in his seat with a glass of whiskey in his hand, his posture cold. The moment our eyes met, he looked me up and down, and I felt embarrassed. I noticed his tailored black suit, which I believe is his favorite color, since I've never seen him in anything else. And I must say, he looks stunning in black.
We exchanged good evening greetings, and after that, we sat down. I tried looking out the window, attempting to distract myself from his intense gaze at me. I could feel my body r
