Page 59 of Tangled Trust

"Oh, yeah."

"Travel safely, Carter. I’ll miss you."

"Goodbye, my gorgeous."

* * *

"Good morning, Mr. Moore. Welcome onboard. I’m Conrad. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

"Hi, Conrad. I’m looking forward to the flight. Please, call me Carter."

The owner of the company that’ll be building my new luxury jet is younger than I anticipated him to be. He suggested that I take a trip on one of the prototype planes so I can experience all the craft has to offer. It’s a niche market, so personal service is something they pride themselves on.

"This is our deluxe craft. Everything you could want in luxury air travel. We will, of course, take on board any suggestions you may have so we can custom make your jet."

"Thank you."

"Please, make yourself at home. I’ll show you around before we take off. May I offer you a refreshment before lunch?"

"No thanks, Conrad."

"Very well. Follow me, please."

The interior of the plane is impressive. Conrad walks me through the various rooms. First, he shows me the kitchen, where a private chef will prepare our meals whenever we travel. Next, he shows me an office, a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, a second bedroom for my guests, and lastly, a lounge with an open plan dining area where we can enjoy our meals.

"This is very impressive, Conrad."

"Thank you, Carter. The rooms are, of course, just examples. You are free to request your own design touches, and if there are other features you require, we’ll do our best to accommodate you."

"We’re about to take off, Sir," the pilot announces over the intercom.

"We’d better take our seats," Conrad suggests.

"Alright."

Takeoff is smooth, and soon we’re in the air.

"Our chef has prepared a special menu for you today."

"Excellent."

The flight onboard this plane is luxury overload. I make a few notes of features I’d like Conrad to include in the plane he’s designing for me. The interior designer is on board, and we discuss the overall theme I’m going for.

The whole experience is fantastic, and I’m excited once we land. Conrad assures me that they’ll start production immediately. We shake hands before I depart, and my driver takes me to the hotel where I’m staying for the week.

I’m thinking of opening another office in Houston. I’m meeting with a few possible agents and a manager. I’ve already identified the area where I want to build my offices, so I meet with the seller of the piece of vacant land that I’d like to develop.

After a successful day, I call Andrew. I’m looking forward to spending time with my brother.

"I’m thinking of retiring," he announces at dinner.

"Retiring? Seriously?"

"Yeah. Why not? I’m not going to slave away at a desk until I’m too old to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Besides, I have more than enough money to keep me in the lap of luxury."

"But, won't you miss it?"

"What?"

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