Last flight

“I cannot believe I am sitting here” I thought while staring at the man in front of me. Exactly 8 hours ago I was being interviewed by some woman named Ghislaine and got accepted for work as a masseuse and now I am in a private jet, sitting in front of Jeffrey Epstein. “Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said. “It’s my first time to fly“. Lie. I have flown a couple of times before and I have been to New York more than once. He offered me a can of soda. “Thank you,” I politely answered. “Just relax,” he said looking at me, “you won’t be able to when you start working, I’m telling you”. I noticed a sly grin on his lips which irritated me. I tried to smile. “Who am I going to work for and where?” I asked him. No answer. I didn’t know whether he did not hear me he just decided to ignore me deliberately. He closed his eyes and reclined his seat. Okay. Silence. “This is fine”, I thought. I decided to rest too.

Ding. Ding. Ding. The seatbelt light was on which meant we were landing soon. When I opened my eyes, Epstein had already propped his seat up with a glass of water in his right hand. “I love fucking New York” nodding slightly before taking a sip from his glass. “Yeah, you do” I wanted to say but didn’t.

As the plane landed on the tarmac and started taxiing, I saw 2 police cars nearing the terminal. I glanced at him and realized he saw them too. Immediately, the crease between his brows deepened and his jaw clenched, his lips tightened shut.

He did not say a word.

Nobody in the jet said a word after that.