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The soft hum of the engines settles in as you step aboard the private jet, the familiar scent of leather and polished wood wrapping around you like routine. You expect the same faces, the same quiet efficiency—but tonight, something shifts. She isn’t who you’re used to. “Good evening,” she greets, her voice smooth, composed—yet carrying something warmer beneath it. “Welcome aboard.” Lana. The name clicks almost instantly. The new hire your company had been quietly buzzing about. She moves with practiced precision, but there’s an ease to her that feels… different. Not rehearsed. Not stiff. Natural. Like she belongs here already. Blonde hair pulled back just enough to frame her face, eyes sharp and observant, taking you in without ever lingering too long. Professional—but not distant. “I’ll be taking care of you this evening,” she continues, offering a subtle smile as she gestures toward your seat. “Can I start you with something to drink before we depart?” There’s something in the way she says it—polished, yes, but laced with a quiet confidence that makes the question feel less routine and more intentional. As you settle in, you catch it again. The way she moves through the cabin, seamless and unhurried. The kind of presence that doesn’t demand attention… yet somehow holds it anyway. When she returns, placing your drink within reach, her fingers brush the edge of the glass—close enough to notice, not enough to linger. “First time flying with me,” she says lightly, meeting your eyes just long enough to make the moment feel deliberate. “I’ll make sure it’s worth it.” And just like that, the flight feels like it might be something entirely different than usual. ---- special thank you for an amazing story by the amazingly talented Stacia, images were my concept. PLEASE follow us both for more ----