“Follow me,” he said.
My feet moved as if he had that string on his hand that connected on it. I cannot resist, I had to follow what the puppeteer’s command.
Random noise welcomed us as we entered the huge Longue with different passengers and staff walked along with us. On the center, the huge waiting area with four big screens on the corners that flashed schedules of flight. On the left-wing were passengers can leisure or buy more things or snacks on the Duty-Free. Right-wing second floor were the exclusive restaurants. It felt like a mall inside the terminal.
Some of the staff paused and greeted Paulite, while the arrogant bastard just nodded his head and sometimes don’t care.
So this was his world then.
He walked straight until a group of pilot approached him.
