Chapter 6: Three Ways to Appear Super Rich (2)
.... It wasn't yet peak time.
A chopper glided through the humid air near the Kris & Sons Car Dealer. Hidden and secured on a private island in Nolvermaton. The atmosphere around here is usually warm because almost 80% is land.
The chopper landed gently on a heliport metres from where suited men and women lined up to welcome their distinguished guest today, a one-in-a-million customer. This car dealer store isn't for the office workers nor traders who make a few thousand dollars' profit.
But the new money. The big dogs – billionaires and trillionaires.
As Kieran, his friends and his 5'6'' tall P.A. stepped out of the chopper, all the employees bowed. After walking through the automatic steel doors, to a glass-walled passageway and finally into the spacious lounge, the deafening instrumental was all they heard... Rage Against the Storm.
Kieran mentioned this was his favourite in one conference he attended, and, as expected, the people here wanted to please him.
The lounge had white marble floors, glass walls, and even a cigar station. Much like what a trillionaire-thing car dealer store would have.
An employee led them into a car showcase room. Wide. Reinforced walls. And each car around was on a lit platform, rotating slowly under lights that mimicked sunset. They didn't show a bunch of cars first... No, but the rarest ones. Like the Bugatti La Voiture Noire.