A small plane landed on an airstrip, it was a smaller airport for private planes. When the steps were pushed to the door and it opened a tall and lean woman walked out. She was wearing a tight dress, wide sunglasses, a wide-brimmed hat, and high heels. She was carrying a small bag, the other bags were carried by a staff member of the crew. She walked down the steps elegantly, as she belonged in high heels, she walked with determination to the small terminal and showed her passport to customs. It was just a little booth with one person sitting behind it, the man was short and stout, his age was hard to determine. His hair was thinning but he didn’t look that old, he glanced at the passport before he stamped it, none of these rich people flying in had anything worth noting so his job was fai
