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'Click, click, click, click'
Heels clicking could be heard on the hard stone floor. The woman walked through the hangar. The passing windows showed a reflection of the woman. Her night black hair cascaded down her back. In the front of her hairstyle it's parted on the side, framing her heart-shaped face. Her sharp, dark brown eyes could pass easily as black, piercing you with their stare. Her thin pink lips started to rise in a smile with bright white teeth flashing. Perfectly arched eyebrows completed the look of an 'on a mission' female. She's dressed in a dark pinstripe pencil skirt suit. Her 5'6 frame could be easily mistaken in her 4-inch sleek black stiletto heels.
Behind her was a 6'0 man holding a briefcase. His high cheekbones, warm grey eyes, and blond hair hanging loosely to the base of his neck were the first things noticed on him. His build could be seen as the makings of Eros. He was dressed in a crisp white buttoned shirt and creased black slacks. On his feet were expensive black leather dress shoes; he was dressed to perfection.
'Click, click, click, click'
The sound of the heels came to a halt. The woman took a look at the beauty in front of her. Looking inside the windows, the woman saw handcrafted leather recliners, a private stateroom, a convection oven, large ice drawers, and fitted storage. She turned away and looked for an attendant. When she found one, the attendant turned to look with a customer friendly smile on her face. The man began to open the briefcase, revealing it to be full of hundred dollar bills.
The woman grinned wickedly and said, "I'm Marsha Mclean and this is my partner Blaise Jordan." She gestured to the man behind her, who nodded. "That jet over there, I want it."