Kendell Marano Parker.
- Come on, Kendell! - they say they're already leaving.
- I'm going, I'm going. - I say getting out of the car, picking up that whole coldness.
We entered the airport.
And I think there was no more such a big, beautiful and elegant thing looking like a hill for me to see in this city.
- Let's ask, if Dad's jet has already reached the receptionist. - Hugo says, going towards the counter with the Hector, and followed by the incorporated pole, called their personal safety.
Private jet, where I went to get involved.
Rich person is something else, even to go to the counter to talk about needs security.
I really have to enrol, to see if I get a tastesal security all embodied like that.
I sit there on those waiting banks. And I keep watching the airport.
After all
