Kayla
A man in a sharp uniform opened my door and helped me out. At the same time, another person grabbed my luggage from the trunk. I looked up and saw a massive hangar with BLACKWOOD emblazoned across the side in bold, silver letters.
My mouth dropped. "This is all yours? The whole terminal?"
He nodded calmly, as if owning an airport was as normal as owning a toaster. "It’s just a three-hour flight, so we’re going with the smallest plane today."
"This is your smallest plane?" I asked, looking at the sleek, twin-engine jet. It looked like a multi-million dollar masterpiece. I was both amused and completely shocked.
"The larger ones are for international business," he explained, placing a hand on the small of my back to lead me toward the stairs. "This one is more... personal."
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