Anya and Xav made their way to the private jet terminal via the VIP lounge, a waiting area reserved only for passengers of chartered or privately owned private aircraft.
"Where's Beary?" thought Xav, even though the hulking man had just sent a message that he would be waiting for Xav in the lounge.
"Coffee?" Someone held out a cup of coffee to him, it was Hans.
"Hans? Where's your father?"
"He's in the restroom, he has a stomachache. After eating a lot of spicy food," Hans explained.
"Hi Anya, how are you?" Hans greeted the girl who had been busy with her cell phone screen.
"Oh hi, Hans, I'm good. How about you?"
"Hans you're not interested in asking how I'm doing, huh?" Xav didn't accept that only Anya was being questioned.
"I forgot to ask you that, young master. Ah, I'm sorry..
