I stepped out of the corporate jet, only to be met with numerous flashing lights.
“Call security,” I ordered the attendant, returning to my seat. I sat at the window looking at the craziness outside. Was this all about New York? I wondered in annoyance. Minutes felt like hours, but the crowd did not thin out.
“Ms.Callasso, security is waiting for you.” The attendant announced as a black SUV pulled up with 4 bodyguards pushing the reporters away from the aircraft for me to safely enter the vehicle. Flashlights started going off again the moment I showed my face. They shouted their questions over one another desperate for a response.
“Did you try and fake your own death?”
“What was your business in New York?”
“Did you elope?” That question threw me. I stopped to look at the
