The woman glided gracefully through the airport, black boots clicking along the floor underneath her cream coat. She stepped out onto the road, and signalled a taxi.
Sitting in the back seat of the sleek black car, the woman pressed the mobile phone to her ear. "Damn it Donny, this call is costing me a fortune! Answer your damn phone!"
She handed the driver his money, stepping out and adjusting her sunglasses. She stopped at a newspaper stand to buy a copy of the Times. "Willkommen to Zurich, Madam" said the proprietor. The woman smiled.