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you.”
    â€œNot really. I still have to pinch myself.”
    The passenger compartment sported leather seats that faced each other. On the right side was a table crafted from teakwood, situated between a pair of seats. A cobalt blue carpet covered the deck.
    â€œThe restroom is in the back. There’s a tiny galley behind the front bulkhead. And opposite that, there’s a business center with fax, notepads, pens, and that kind of stuff. We have a wet bar if you’re interested.”
    Lisa grimaced. “I don’t drink, but thanks. Tried it once in college. That was enough for me.”
    â€œI don’t drink either.”
    â€œThen why the wet bar?” Lisa took a seat at the fuselage-mounted table.
    â€œI’m not the only one who uses the aircraft. It’s not my jet. My company owns it, and some of our clients and vendors like a beverage now and then.”
    â€œBut not you. It was the taste that put me off.”
    â€œI like the taste of booze. I like what it does to me more.”
    Lisa raised an eyebrow. “What it does to you?”
    â€œNumbs the mind. I got too close to it for a while. I’m a bit of a health fanatic these days. I’d rather work out than drink.”
    Lisa sputtered.
    â€œToo honest? Life has taught me to be honest with myself about myself.” He waited for a response that didn’t come. “I need to talk to the pilots about our little detour. Can I bring you a soda or coffee?”
    â€œI’m fine.”
    â€œLet me know if you change your mind.” Morgan exited the aircraft.

    Lisa felt fortunate; she also felt uneasy. Here she sat in a custom leather airplane seat on a business jet simply because a good-looking CEO had offered her a lift. She felt like a hitchhiker. Of course, this kind of hitchhiking she could learn to love.
    She took in her surroundings again, impressed by the kind of wealth necessary to create an interior like this. Outside, the sound of the jet aircraft leaving solid ground to take to the air filtered in through the open door.
    Drumming her fingers on the table, she resisted the urge to look in the drawers and galley. Instead, she retrieved her BlackBerry and checked the signal strength. Three bars were good enough. She activated the Internet browser and did a search for “Andrew Morgan.”
    â€œNuts.” The name was so common that Google returned over fifteen million hits. Most of those would only be vaguely related tothe name. On the bulkhead that separated the cabin from the cockpit, there was a logo woven into the cloth covering: Morgan Natural Energy . She entered, “Andrew Morgan Morgan Natural Energy.” A few seconds later, she had several good hits.
    Using journalistic skills honed since her college days, she scanned the sites. She learned he wasn’t yet forty and had been CEO for the last seven years following the death of his father. A business evaluation site gave the company five stars for leadership, innovation, and service.
    On a whim, Lisa clicked on “Images.” Scores of photos appeared, too many to scan on her phone’s small screen. She did see photos of him in a tuxedo at a fund-raiser for some charity. She also saw images of him in what appeared to be foreign locations.
    She reached for her computer, hoping her wireless service would be fast enough for another quick Internet search. Before she could unzip the bag her host reappeared.
    â€œLook out the window.” He stepped in the craft.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œThe window. Look out it.”
    â€œAt what?”
    â€œOh, for the love of…Just look.” Morgan pointed at the window by her head.
    Lisa turned and scanned as much of the airport as the window allowed.
    Morgan sat in the seat at the opposite side of the table and stared out the window.
    â€œWhat am I supposed to be seeing?”
    â€œThe airplane.”
    Lisa snapped her head around. “You don’t mean it!