Time Ghost

Chapter 37

Suitcase on the ground, the man in glasses ventures into his private jet for today’s flight. James Watson considers them more than to encounter air traffic congestion in commercial airlines. A busy man like him should have private-owned airborne cruiser to cover up exhaustive schedule of overseas matters. To wait in queue alongside common passengers of commercial jets waste potential earnings, then burning up resources for remaining idle than to travel in private jets in the same period.

“May I take your suitcase, sir?”

A flight attendant offers him a hand. World-class model at a glance, she leans forward for carrying James Watson’s belongings and lift them around. Her blonde hair waves along in elegance as the woman bent down a little. Straight in contour, it sways elegantly and shimmers against the sun. James Watson replied her hospitality by placing a smile with casual nods in return. Then, the man in glasses relays his focus back to the draft on his laptop afterwards.

Most eyes wander about her charismatic cordiality. Other men were scurrying for preparation of their flight, even being the one carrying James Watson’s luggage, but the multi-billionaire’s attention seized by the splendor of the sole stewardess in command.

I can’t anticipate this, actually. It’s fantastic! How could I ever forget of how rich this man is. He owns a mid-size business airline all by himself. I was hoping to make some money for tuition fees of my master’s degree, and this man flies the jet by spending every dollar I wanted to have for education instead.

I can afford five master’s degree simultaneously in a year with all these papers.

It will be 8 hours flight for the travel to Naulus with bizliner private jet without having to take a transit in the middle. Moreover, it has two pilots in charge to prevent fatigue along the way. To cater with entertainment needs, the private jet supplies themselves with recreation room which have various set of beverages and a built-in small theater. James Watson could also shower if the man is in a hurry as one of them has been installed properly around the rear-side of the plane.

“For you too, sir. I will carry your bag to the cabin.”

After taking care of James Watson’s carriage, the woman flight attendant switches her attention to the chauffeur that follows him around. Samuel bows a bit for the signal of his affirmation, then giving her the backpack in subsequent manner,” Thanks for the help, Shinta.” He said in return.

Ah, Samuel will also depart with me to Naulus by the private jet. I suppose the actual James Watson doesn’t mind doing just that, or he’s just feeling lonely to fly by himself and needed chatting partner for the run.

Otherwise, could be him wanted to have privacy everywhere, including to the ride on land. Trustworthiness of an unknown driver is uncertain. You can inadvertently speak secrets to the man without any preceding signature of Non-Disclosure Agreement prior to the ride.

Where’s Sarah Berlintsmann, anyway? Not that I wanted her to go with me, but it’s uncommon to not seeing her close. There’s an issue between them, perhaps?

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“Sir, we’re approaching Nunn. Please wear your seatbelts for our landing, Mr. Watson.” The flight attendant alerted.

Too pleasant for a regular ride. Vicuna wool is Gatara Dirtha’s paramount masterpiece. Its flexibility promotes outstanding comfort for anyone. I can’t leave the bed without bouncing a little before actually being wide-awake, because the bedding material absorbed me into its limitless contentment each time I tried to go away.

As far as I can retrieve from James Watson’s mind, Nunn is the capital city of Naulus. It is the first time for James Watson to land here. It was commonly the chief commercial officer that was touring across continents for commercial matters.

The man in glasses stirring himself up from his five-hours slumber. Samuel was accompanying him to study various knowledge about Naulus and their recurring problems before. His doctorate degree helps to put intensity in their discussion, even bringing forth formidable insight about certain issues that were put into consideration by their company for the time being.

And for the reward, Samuel was allowed to drink and have freedom of living inside the private jet at the fullest. He showers in-between to relieve from draining up after intellectual conversation that persists. As a personal chauffeur’s duty would be hectic soon after, He chooses to take a sleep before landing for preserving energy afterwards on the other bed in the room.

So, I will meet one of the Generals, huh. Neil Rudolph wanted to know more about our recent off-the-grid technology in attack drone. Possibility for later purchase, I think, since that man was so eager to see me face-to-face.

Yes, it is definitely useful for the President’s role if I ever revisited that old man’s body.

Here I come. Another business pitching to walk out from!

“Welcome, Mr. James Watson. We have prepared a car for you.”

Black-suited personnel welcomed James Watson on the way out from his private jet. Five on each side as they formed a line of ten person before the car’s opened door. Behind them, a blue-colored limousine was ready and waiting for his arrival beforehand. Four police officers were sitting on their motorbikes for escorting him en voyage to the Donn military headquarters.

Before James Watson asked for it, his personal chauffeur has already hustled into the driving cabin for their travel. Revving engine howls in refinement as it turned on by the button pressed under the steering wheel,” We have them furnished by your request, Mr. Watson. It has finger-print recognition for both of you down the handle.” The black-suited man followed his curiosity with brief explanation implied.

“Sounds manly. I like it. Thanks for telling me. Appreciate that.” James Watson humbly responded.

It has finger-print recognition and specifically made for James Watson. It’s utterly serious for a military leader to spoil me up this way. A lot of crème de la crème appliances mean something grave is partly in our talk.

If it’s not about the war against Armea, what’s it then?