"Welcome."
Standing by the airstair, was a bald middle aged man and young woman in cordial pilots uniform.
Politely shaking hands with the moms,and the single dad in their midst.
"Hey Max." Drawing his attention, Max turned to see Olivia and her group of two other girls wave at him before entering the jet.
Clueless, Max shook his head, walking just behind Noah, who was behind Daisy, Blake at the front, they got into the luxurious private jet.
Vast and exquisite, it had a climate controlled cabin equivalent to a luxury penthouse, engineered for privacy and indulgence.
The interior stretched wide and long, divided into three distinct zones.
Up front was a sleek galley kitchen with dark marble countertops, a stocked wine cooler glowing softly behind smoked glass.
Surprisingly there was a personal flight attendant who moved with practiced grace, placing several crystal glasses on a silver tray.
