Francesca wore a small black Chanel dress, designer heels and black lace undergarments. Connie and she waited in the limousine.
"The man we're meeting is a big fan. He'll be thrilled you'll be here. Just be yourself and it will go just fine."
A brilliant white Beechcraft Air C90 landed and taxied on the runway. It idled until its twin propellers stopped. Four very different men disembarked when it fully came to a stop. The first man that exited was Caucasian, early twenties with shoulder length brown hair. He extracted luggage from the hold and displayed eagerness in his work. The pilot was next, smaller in height, robust bronze complexion and chiseled Mediterranean features. He was handsome in a unique sort of way. Then followed two Latino men, attired in business suits that reflected t
