   &quot;Ma am?&quot; she called politely. You can t be here. The bar is for first-class passengers only.
  Standing up, she said. &quot;I m sorry. I got lost, then I came across this beautiful bar, I didn t know airplanes have bars now. I will just head back to the lower-class cabin,&quot; she said, smiling apologetically.
  &quot;She is my guest,&quot; Michael said, breaking into their dialogue
  &quot;Unfortunately, sir, she will need her first-class ticket,&quot; the attendant said
  &quot;Michael Smith.&quot; he said to the surprise of both ladies.
  &quot;I m sorry, sir.&quot; The attendant said and retreated.
  &quot;What! Michael Smith?&quot; The woman said. Is this really you?
  &quot;I m afraid so,&quot; he said, calmly.
  &quot;How nice,&quot; she said sitting down. 
  &quot;Was that jewelry for the woman you love?&quot; she asked to bring them back to their former discussion


  &quot;Competitive Zubal Food Company launches the same food products as Lyon.&quot;
  Perhaps that was exactly what Lyon was waiting for, or maybe he was expecting her to cancel out on the launching event altogether, whichever way, it was still going to be bad news for her company. One she can t allow to happen. She needed to think hard and fast.
  The only thing Mitchell was certain of was that the launching needed to take place at the exact date and it had to be different products from the one already launched by Lyon.
  For the next few minutes, Mitchell busies herself making new plans until she hears a knock on her door.
  &quot;Come in,&quot;
  Her secretary entered. &quot;Ma am, they are ready for the meeting.&quot; She said,
  Mitchell closed the file in front of her and handed it over to her secretary along with her computer before leaving with her for the meeting.
  &quot;Debb

  &quot;Hi,&quot; he greeted. &quot;I can see you are ready,&quot; Stephen added, extending his hand for a handshake.
  Michael took the hand extended.
  Stephen picked up the bags after handing the paper pack in his hand to Michael.
  &quot;Cristina baked you some snacks,&quot; he simply said
  &quot;Deliver my thanks,&quot; Michael said.
  &quot;Will,&quot; he replied.
  They both started to move to the car after Stephen had locked the door behind them. 
  &quot;I guess you already informed Pamela of your arrival today?&quot; he asked
  &quot;Yes,&quot;
  &quot;Why didn t Pamela come with you on this trip, anyway?&quot;
  &quot;Because I don t need her,&quot; He simply stated. He has been expecting that question since his arrival. This was the first time he wasn t with her on a business trip but he hadn t intended to stay this long at all nor was he expecting to make this urgent busine

&quot;Ma am?&quot; she called politely. You can t be here. The bar is for first-class passengers only.
  Standing up, she said. &quot;I m sorry. I got lost, then I came across this beautiful bar, I didn t know airplanes have bars now. I will just head back to the lower-class cabin,&quot; she said, smiling apologetically.
  &quot;She is my guest,&quot; Michael said, breaking into their dialogue
  &quot;Unfortunately, sir, she will need her first-class ticket,&quot; the attendant said
  &quot;Michael Smith.&quot; he said to the surprise of both ladies.
  &quot;I m sorry, sir.&quot; The attendant said and retreated.
  &quot;What! Michael Smith?&quot; The woman said. Is this really you?
  &quot;I m afraid so,&quot; he said, calmly.
  &quot;How nice,&quot; she said sitting down. 
  &quot;Was that jewelry for the woman you love?&quot; she asked to bring them back to their former discussion
  &quot;No... But I think I m beginning to like her a lot,&quot;
  The lady put her hand on 

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