“What about me? Where am I going?”
Hanley patted Court on the shoulder. “Something’s cooking in Hong Kong. Need you there, stat.”
“I have approval on all my contracts. Did you forget that deal you made with me ten whole minutes ago?”
Hanley chuckled. “You’ll get the intel on the flight over. If you say no, then you just got a free flight around the world.” Hanley winked. “But you won’t say no.”
“Why not?”
“Let’s just say it involves an old friend.”
“I have friends?”
“Not if you don’t get your ass to Hong Kong, you don’t. Don’t dick around with this one, Court. No time to waste.” And with that Matt Hanley turned around, headed up the stairs into his Gulfstream, and disappeared.
Court stood there a moment, then he looked up to the other aircraft. His aircraft. With the faintest of shrugs, he turned for the stairs and began climbing.