Chapter 24

• Senna's private jet waited on the rooftop of one of his companies. It had been prepared an hour before his arrival, and when he got to the tarmac, a hostess dressed in a pair of royal green penciled skirts and a white shirt with a cherry red muffler tied around her neck ushered him into the private jet.
• Batista had nearly fucked things up, and now he was left to finish the job. This was what he hated about people. As long as it wasn't their business, they never fully invested in it, and he had trusted Batista to do this well. Well, he wasn't going to make this mistake again.
• The door to the jet was closed, and the air hostess came into the plane bearing a chrome tray of sparkling wine and a champagne flute.