As the private jet descended towards the Libertyland airport, Crystal, the suggestive stewardess, was still pouting and avoiding eye contact with me. I tried to shrug it off and focus on the upcoming mission to save Ian and get Marla to notice me.
But just as we were about to land, Crystal spoke up. "Listen, Andy," she said, her voice suddenly serious. "I know I was coming on strong earlier, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But I need you to promise me something."
"What's that?" I asked, still a bit taken aback by her sudden change in tone.
"Don't complain to my boss," she said, her eyes boring into mine. "He's a real asshole, and he'll definitely try to blow this whole thing out of proportion."
"What whole thing?" I asked, confused.
