My boss is really the only person in my life. I realized that as soon as we reached the private airport along the perimeter of the Hawaiian island and we stepped across the pavement to a small, chrome private jet. The jet was as lonely and invisible as I was. The rain hit us both on our heads.

As the door opened on the side of the jet and a row of stairs welcomed us upward, I nearly reached for my waist where I normally carried a gun out of fear. A third person was actually waving to us from inside the plane. I was shocked by this because the plane was autonomous and we normally rode home alone.

"Who the fuck is that?!" I shouted to my boss, feet halted in a wide stance.

My boss turned to look down at me half way up the stairs. His face was expressionless. "I hired a stewardess."

A stewardess, I thought. "Like a flight attendant? What do we need a flight attendant for?" I looked up at the blonde bombshell in her light blue uniform and considered that her blue eyes and white smile might be deceiving. She could be easily turned by an enemy agency and try to listen in on our conversations and steal all our secrets.

But my boss seemed unalarmed. "What do we need a flight attendant for?" He repeated. "To entertain you so I don't have to lose to you at board games on our way home anymore. With her here I think I can save myself the embarrassment and try to relax."

I considered for a moment that when my boss said she was here to entertain me that he had actually insinuated more than just play chess and connect-four with me. She didn't have a baby-sitter smile. No, I've seen that kind of smile before. It was one of those "feed-me-and-I'll-do-anything" kind of smiles. I wonder how much my boss must be paying her. She's too pretty to be here without a preposterous paycheck.

"You ready?" He said as he turned his back on me and continued up the stairs and said hello to the stewardess on his way in.

I took a deep sigh and crawled my way up into the cabin. I'll never forget her fruity smell and the first words she said to me.

"Hello, Mr. James. You look too tired to be dreaming tonight."