Jason never thought someone like him would be invited to a place like this, especially when he was only 19."Wow, why would someone who lived here want...to talk to me?" asked JasonJason went to the front door and rang the bell. The door was answered by a curvy, blonde haired woman, about 21 years old, dressed in purple business attire."May I help you?" Uh, my name is Jason, I was invited here to talk" said Jason"Oh, of course, Jason, come on in, my name is Emma, I'm the personal assistant" said. Like mosquito spray. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.I was brought back out of self-pity mode into reality.The motor of the van roared loudly in the distance, like a giant angry beast.The next second it came around the corner heading towards me at a breakneck speed. That was my chance I thought vaguely. I was looking forward to catching another glimpse of the woman. I stood up, as the car came closer.Through the windshield I saw her face.And she looked back at me.And then she drove past. She had worn a business skirt and a shirt covered by blazer. I had always seen Raskia in Indian attire.She was really looking gorgeous in this new form. I complimented her new looks. She smiled and said “Thanks Sanjay! It was very hard to convince my family”. “I can guess” I said. Since we had some time before the boarding began, we entered the maharaja lounge at the airport and occupied a comfortable sofa. For some reason, the lounge air-conditioner was not working. Rasika was feeling a bit. It wasn’t anything special but after a pretty long week of work and school he felt like a need to release some steam. However his self made promise of only a couple of beers was pretty much broken after 4-5 beers and several shots of whiskey. After about four hours Brad could feel that it was probably time to head home and prepare for the hangover waiting for him in the morning. As he left however, he stopped dead in his drunken tracks.As he was leaving, he suddenly noticed someone at the end.