Nathan stepped off the plane, inhaling deeply. He never had to travel for work before, and now he was flying planes sponsored by the company just to assist the CEO in securing a good deal.
“Life is good,” he told himself as he jumped down the stairs.
Nathan took his luggage and headed towards the exit when he saw several drivers of the high elites, holding up placards with their names on it. They were all dressed in pressed suits and looked more like accountants than drivers.
Nathan hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, glancing around the quiet runway. This was the kind of treatment usually reserved for royalty or billionaires, not for him.
“Mr. King?” a driver suddenly called, peering at Nathan strangely. “You are Mr. Nathan King, right?”
Nathan looked at the man and the placard he
