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I pointed to the larger building of the small airport. "Right there, where they keep the planes." "The private jets are kept over there." He motioned to the smaller one to the left. "Oh, right." It made sense that they wouldn't take a commercial flight. "Okay." We made our way through the building and headed to a small jet that had a stairwell built into the open door. An older woman dressed as a flight attendant stood at the door. "Mr. Hale, we were getting worried. Here, let me take care of your bags." Her brown eyes landed on me, and her eyebrows raised. "Are you bringing a friend?" "I'll take care of the luggage, and no, this is my mate, Mia." He nodded at her as he carried the three bags up the stairs. She startled, shaking her composure, but then smiled at me. "Go on. I'll close
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