CHAPTER TWO
“Would you like a drink Mr. Kola?” Bibi looked up at the air hostess standing in front of him and smiled. “Yes please, I think I would like one.” She walked away without asking what type of drink he would like. Everyone who knew Bibi Kola knew his favorite drink. And since this was one of his father’s private jets that he used often, it was reasonable to assume she already knew what he drank. It was one he had formulated himself and called the Avon Elixir. Half a glass of green tea, a quarter glass of lemonade, a dash of Jack Daniel’s, Campari, and syrup, topped off with ice. He swore it was the very nectar drunk on Olympus itself. This always amused his friends, but everyone knew it was Bibi’s drink. His very own invention that he claimed he would someday patent and mass prod
