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As we climbed up the stairs and stepped inside, a flight attendant greeted us with a warm smile, holding a tray with two glasses of champagne.
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Gotiangco, Ms. Ang," she greeted us politely.
The interior was pure luxury, cream leather seats that could fully recline into beds, soft ambient lighting, and a private bedroom tucked away at the back. The moment the jet took off and the Fasten Seatbelt sign finally turned off, Tirso turned to look at me with a deeply mischievous glint in his eyes.
I wondered what this man was planning now.
"It's a three hour flight to Singapore, love," he said, unbuttoning his vest and tossing it aside. "And since we're thousands of feet above th
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