Kathy....
“Oh, really?” I asked. “Do you have a special kind of membership plan or what?”
“You’ll see,” Dylan smirked at me.
Eventually, the car rolled to a stop and the driver opened the door for me.
My mouth hung open as I took in the sight in front of me. “Are you kidding me?” I said to Dylan. Standing in front of us was a massive private jet.
“Told you,” he grinned. “I don’t need to buy tickets.”
He gestured to follow him up the steps of the plane. I felt like I had to pinch myself because none of this felt real.
Is this how Dylan traveled everywhere?
I was not accustomed to traveling on the plane a lot, let alone a private jet. I had always dreamed of traveling around the world visiting different countries, but with a tight budget trying to make a living, heavy workload, plus
