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The sleek black limo transporting Logan Maguire, owner and CEO of GoldTech International Inc, pulled up alongside the equally sleek corporate jet Logan had recently purchased. This would be his first flight aboard the Bombardier XRS, and he hoped that the ultra-expensive flying machine would live up to its reputation for being the best and most luxurious private jet available. Rich as he was, the price tag had made him whistle through his teeth. Logan was a billionaire, and nowadays was living the â€˜high lifeâ€™, as his mother called his lavish lifestyle, but he could still remember a time when things hadnâ€™t come quite so easily, and spending for spendingâ€™s sake was not something he encouraged himself to do.
Still, the jet was a thing of beauty, he mused while stepping out of the limoâ€”both inside and out. The customisation of the interior had cost several million extra, but one thing that had instantly appealed to him was the cabin height. At six-two he invariably had to stoop inside a private plane, but the Bombardier gave him an additional inch of space. He chuckled as he remembered his motherâ€™s exasperated sigh when heâ€™d mentioned this perk.
â€œLogan,â€ his mother, Linda Maguire, had semi-chastised him, â€œyou only have to lower your head for a moment or two before you sit. Now youâ€™re spending goodness knows how much extra so you can stand proud and tall.â€
â€œYouâ€™re right, Mom,â€ heâ€™d said, kissing her cheek. â€œI am an utter wastrel and spendthrift. But you raised me to appreciate the finer things in life, so itâ€™s all your fault.â€ They had laughed together after sheâ€™d slapped him on the arm. â€œYouâ€™ll love it when you take your first trip on it.â€
He had invited her to join him on this getaway, but she had told him he needed the time on his ownâ€”a real breakâ€”and when heâ€™d thought about it, he had to agree. It would be terrific to have nothing to do, no one around he had to impress for the next few days. He needed this break. It had been a hectic year so far, and the weeks ahead promised no let-up in the number of business meetings, shareholder meetings, business dinners with potential clients, along with mandatory attendance at fundraisers and charity balls. All an essential part of his life now that he was rich and famous.
People magazine had included him in their Most Eligible Bachelor list the year before. He still flushed with embarrassment when that particular â€˜honourâ€™ was mentioned, but Linda had been delighted. Logan was certain his mother regarded it as his single most successful achievement. His position as one of the youngest software engineers to ever become a billionaire be damned!
â€œOh, you look so handsome,â€ sheâ€™d cried, staring at the photograph of him on the glossy page. â€œYou have your fatherâ€™s hair, you knowâ€¦ He had the same dark curls. You have his nose tooâ€¦ Such a good nose. My eyes, of course, blue as the sky your father would tell me they were. Iâ€™m not sure where you got that lower lip, though. Much too full for my side of the family.â€
Logan had never known his father. He had died in an automobile accident while his mother was pregnant with Logan. It was still an immense source of pride for him that his mother had raised him by herself, holding down a job and making sure he never went without good food and clean clothes. Now, he had the means to make sure she wanted for nothing. Heâ€™d gone a bit overboard in the beginning, buying her a big house, a car, telling her she could have anything she wanted until Linda herself had said, â€œEnough! You need to find someone else to lavish things onâ€”not your mother!â€
Wow. He pulled himself out of his reverie and blinked at the big white plane in front of him. Where did all that suddenly come from? Must be the euphoria from having some freedom at lastâ€¦ Time to think about things other than work.
â€œMr Maguireâ€¦â€Logan glanced up at the door where Steve Hamilton, his pilot, stood waiting for him to board.