"It felt like heaven to flirt with hell"
~ Daniel Walsh
"Are you going to be rigid throughout the flight?" Sir Salvatore questions amused. I relax my stance, wiping the non-existent dust from my lap. I scan around the plane once again, it's just him and I.
"Why is there nobody else with us?"
"Because I don't need anyone else on this trip" he scrolls through his phone. I sigh, I didn't wanted to come to this trip but I had no choice. 3 days ago Sir informed me about this trip, this morning I was brought to the private jet, and seated adjacent to my boss.
The air hostess closes the gate, I squeeze my uniform. I'm really going to Russia. The captain announces that we are about to take off. I squirm in my seat, I've heard that your heart literally drops when the plane takes off. I can feel the fear creeping to my nerves, triggering an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I've never travelled away from home, and more so on an airplane.
"Seatbelt."
"What?" I ask looking around panick
