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(Max) Well, apparently Leon is filthy rich..I'm talking private jet type of rich. I was so confused when we came to the airport. When Leon told us he got us a flight for 4 p.m. I was thinking we would be going through long security lines, having to race through the airport to find our gate, and maybe picking up a Starbucks on the way..but no.. Our driver took a separate exit and ended up on the damn tarmac driving towards a private jet. It was humongous..my mom and I shared a look of shock as Leon swiftly exited the vehicle and reached his hand out to help my mom. Surprisingly he lingered for a short while, helping me next as he smiled down softly before bending down and whispering something into my ear. "Are you excited to go to New York now? Maybe take a picture for Mitch so he knows