“This is a beautiful plane; how did you afford this Master?” I asked, in awe of the beautiful 747 in front of me. There was a bedroom in the back of the jet, a huge living room, stairs that lead upstairs to an entertainment center, and a bar. The plane was easily eleven million dollars. And I knew there was no way my boyfriend could afford it on his salary.
“You don’t like?” he asked with this huge smile on his face.
“No, I love it, I just don’t know how you got it. Are you secretly a billionaire Master?” I asked, as I explored my surroundings.
He chuckled, “No, I told the chairman that I would be taking my girlfriend out of town this weekend and he told me I could use the jet.” He said, proudly.
“Wow that’s amazing master,” I exclaimed
“I know right. When the plane takes off, I want
