Daniel in Monaco
Arriving in Nice, Daniel descended the steps of Bukowski’s private jet to find a car - a gleaming black Rolls Royce - waiting on the tarmac, courtesy of his client. As soon as he set foot on the ground, the chauffeur, in his immaculate grey uniform and matching peaked cap, hurried over to collect his bags and pay his respects.
‘Welcome to Nice, Monsieur.’
‘Thank you very much. What a splendid reception, but who are you?’
‘Monsieur Bukowski sends his regards and asks you to be so kind as to accept a transfer to the heliport. It’s the quickest and most comfortable option. There, a helicopter will take you to Monaco in less than ten minutes. By road it is a 45-minute drive.’
‘OK, I accept with great pleasure.’
You have to admit, Daniel thought as he got into the car, t
