When her boss had said they'd be flying out to Las Vegas, Elena had not assumed they'd be taking a luxurious private jet. In retrospect, she probably should've figured that first class would be a downgrade from the Ferraro's obviously expensive and decadent lifestyle. But for someone who hadn't ever flown before, Elena knew she'd never be able to board a plane again.
The jet seats were practically made of clouds. The provided snacks had more options than her local grocery store. And the entire flight was so smooth and painless, Elena was surprised they had even traveled halfway across the country.
It was a very good thing Elena would likely only ever fly once again after this trip: when she finally had made enough money to escape the mafia life entirely. She knew this experience had defi
