LITTLE FAVORS

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LITTLE FAVORS

Copyright © 2022 by Adik Graves

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Portland, OR, USA

ASIN: B0B55WGS9V (ebook)

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Cover design by: Adik Graves

Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

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1

THE HEIR

THERE WERE TWO airports in the city. The first was a normal international airport: parking lots always too crowded and too difficult to navigate, the departure area always packed with people who didn’t know how to read the “Do Not Turn Off Car. Drivers Must Stay with Vehicles” postings every ten feet, people falling asleep on the uncomfortable chairs as they waited for their planes, newly-arrived tourists standing anxiously at the baggage claim. The second, however, was unique. It was international, certainly, but it was also private. Only the rich and their children, the fu’erdai,1 came in and out of these airports, and those employed had to go through years of security checks before they could even dream of landing a job within its crystal-glass doors. Within this airport was an open bar, several private and comfortable seating areas, a small number of luxurious hotel rooms, and even various options for activities like a swimming pool, a tennis court, and so on. A collection of chauffeurs silently drove guests between their original hotel, the airport, and the plane they would be taking, which was almost always a private plane. In most senses of the word, this airport was like a club with an airstrip, and it was for this reason that some fu’erdai sometimes came here to spend their time, lingering at the bar and tipping handsomely, flirting with the waitresses that brought them menus and artfully-done brochures, and using the hotel rooms as more discrete places to entertain whatever partners they’d picked up for the night.