Mova maintained her polite smile. After speaking, she turned and slowly departed, her short skirt swaying gracefully.
She took the other three flight attendants with her.
Now that only Feng Shan's group of four remained in the cabin, they could finally relax.
Once the cabin was empty of everyone but their own people,
Feng Shan leaned out from his seat, a curious expression on his face as he looked over at Yves in the booth.
"Hey, Yves, you know how to fly one of these things?"
Yves paused at Feng Shan's question, then quickly waved his hands dismissively. "With a little training, probably. Boss, you're not actually thinking of buying a Gulfstream G650, are you? Our airport can't handle its takeoffs and landings. Besides, the maintenance costs are insane—several million a year. There's just no need."
