Gemotions

The sunlight glinted off the polished chrome of Sarah’s "executive jet" – actually, a rented Cessna she used for pretend business trips. I, for my part, was having a grand old time. The story she was spinning about international business deals and high-profile clients… it was pure gold. My stomach felt like a bouncy castle. I had accidentally bumped into her at a local laundromat. A quick search of the website where she had said she worked revealed nothing.

I faked a cough to hide my giggles as Sarah described a "difficult negotiation" with a sheik. "It's all about leverage," she’d said, puffing out her chest. My jaw ached from trying not to burst out laughing.

"Tell me about this negotiation," I said, unable to keep the eagerness out of my voice.