I’m sending the Citation-X to pick you up. Where do you live? I was careful to protect your privacy during our talks. The jet is dispatched to a five-thousand foot municipal strip close to your town. You won’t have to deal with TSA/DHS Nazis, or marauding masses at the airport.
Park your car at the FBO and give them this tail number. They’ll treat you like royalty.
You express concern about leaving your cat.
“Bring the pussy cat. No worries.”
We agree to meet in Aspen, a mountain chalet that sits atop a private bluff with majestic views of the sacred Hopi crags.
“I’ll see you there.”
“I can’t wait to meet you.”
It’s our destiny.
Stay tuned for the next installment…
The Firm Part 2 – Intergalactic Finance Minister
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