Jessica felt like James Bond when the smartly dressed flight attendant brought out a silver shaker and poured her martini into a chilled triangular glass. My name is James, Jessica James. Even in her childhood spy fantasies, she’d never imagined herself on a private jet. Instead of rows of seats crammed into a flying school bus, Knight Industries’ Boeing 737 was a posh one-bedroom apartment with four custom-made leather easy chairs, wood paneling, and a full bar. The crew consisted of a flight attendant and an ex-Air Force fighter pilot.
My name is James, Jessica James. Whispering and holding hands, Kimi and Lolita were sitting across from her and David in their leather easy chairs, Orient Express luxury train style. Jessica eyed her best friend and realized why she hadn’t planned another
