"Where is this?" David asked.
"This is the take-off point, sir. While The Continental may not have expanded into Africa yet, we do hold enough influence to organize such things," Mr. Obi explained.
"I see," David replied as the cars came to a stop.
The runway wasn't much to look at. It resembled an abandoned area with a long, wide road stretching several kilometers. If not for the massive plane sitting on it, David wouldn't have believed it was a runway.
"So it's really possible to get this as a private plane," David murmured to himself, eyeing the magnificent aircraft before him.
It was a Boeing 737, the standard commercial plane that seated nearly 700 people. Yet here it was, repurposed as a private jet.
"You really know how to flaunt your wealth," Austin remarked as he approached David.
