You were a stewardess. You loved your job because of travelling and meeting new people around the world,while also being paid a lot.

Your company was more of a private one,only flying stubborn mafia bosses,rich men,rich people. It was sometimes hard to deal with them,but you were not complaining.

Today you had a flight from London to Milano. Once the plane took off you began doing your job. There was the Italian mafia boss. Handsome,green eyed,tattoos in all the right places,neck and hands. He kept calling you from five to five minutes,in the need of something.

Now he called you over because he wanted the temperature not too warm but not too cold at the air conditioner. He just wasn’t pleased with any option. At some point he spoke in his deep thick italian voice.

“I’m so sorry that I keep bothering you. I just don’t know.”