My time with Abel while considerable was uneventful as after several minutes of driving which included a stop at my house, we entered Los Angeles International Airport.
When I was told that a plane had been arranged for me, my mind quickly conjured up the luxurious image of me being offered a first-class seat, it was too limited to imagine that I would be taken to the private terminal of the airport and parked before what was unmistakably a black Gulfstream.
"A jet" I muttered, my mouth falling open as I stared out the window.
Unfortunately, this embarrassing, bumpkin moment of mine was witnessed by Abel but acting like he had seen nothing he loudly cleared his throat.
"Sir we have arrived."
"Ahh Yes"
Abel's warning came just in time as a second later, the door was opened by a female in a white shirt, and tight red skirt which would have been proper for the office if it wasn't too short. She had on black heels and a red beret.
"Sir"
