From the cabin of his Lear jet, Jim looked out at the world from 35,000 feet, shook his head and smiled. He was a very lucky man, and he knew it. "It all, just happen..." he thought. "It all just happened. I'm certainly no genius, but here I am with so much. I've been prudent. Okay I'm flying in my own Lear jet, but it not the latest model and I try not to be outrageous..."
He quit thinking about his 'humility.' True or not, nobody would buy the idea that someone of his means could be humble.
Today; what and where. A meeting with the board of directors of Plastic Metals Corp. "Who dreams up these names?" Jim thought to himself for the umpteenth time since buying into the company. The weather forecast for Nevada was for perfect Spring weather; 70's with a light breeze. Golf was not of interest to him, but sitting poolside, now there was a great idea. Maybe after the meeting....He loosened his tie, adjusted the seat, leaned back. The Limo would be waiting at the airport. He hoped Dan Farnsworth would not be in it. It wasn't all that far from the airport to the hotel, but anytime time spent with Dan was draining.
For now, he just let it all go as the plane gently turn as Jim closed his eyes and smiled, as the world spun gently below.
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