~ Nicolette ~ Mr. Andretti’s private plane could carry at least a hundred and fifty people, yet here we were—Ms. Banks, my employer himself, four flight attendants, the captain, and me—occupying the wide space.The interior could be compared to any private plane on the market: a lounge area, three bedrooms, a kitchen, a minibar, and two toilets: one just regular while the other specially made for VIP use.So far, all I saw told me this man was indeed a wealthy man, probably like Lucien himself. But I was yet to witness his authority over the people under him, something I had no doubt would be visible soon.Ms. Banks fetched me this morning at my apartment, and with the help of her driver, my luggage was neatly inside the trunk of the Benz in less than a minute. She gave me a printout version of our activities for the next two days, and this was what I was reading now after the plane’s liftoff thirty minutes ago.Everything was written in the printout including the name of the hotel—t
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