Ronan Silverback rushed to the ticket counter as soon as he landed at the airport.
"One ticket to West Coast City," he said.
The lady at the ticket counter went into a daze when she caught sight of this handsome specimen of the male species.
"Y-your identification card, Sir?"
Impatiently, Ronan pushed his human ID card across the counter.
The lady muttered a silent prayer in her heart as her eyes flew to the marital status.
Single.
Yes!!!
The lady thanked God in heaven for allowing her to meet a dashing, single man in an extravagant suit. He might as well hail from one of those CEO novels that she read every night.
"Ahm... The next flight available for economy class is tomorrow, Sir..."
The lady bit into her lower lip full of expectation.
Just like she expected from a ridiculously rich person, Ronan answered pompously, "I only travel first class or at the very least business class."
Kyaaaaaaa...!!!
