NationStates Jolt Archive

The plane ride was long, and gruesome. Hours of sitting in a single spot made him lethargic, and even perhaps a bit sick. The destination of this HQ he was heading to was hours away, 24 hours, too long.

His jet had to stop at numerous places to refuel. Places that not even he had heard of. But then again, Adid was new to the international game, and would have to wing most of the proceedings.

However, all his experiance did not make his plane ride any more comfortable. Even in the lavish interior, his back and legs still ached. Finally he fell asleep once again, letting his heavy dark eyes fall. As soon as his eyes fell however the jet touched down on the runway. He awoke to a brilliant sight, in his eyes.

Outside the window of the jet, was something clean, pristine, advanced, but small airport. It was a far cry from the dusty, open sand colored terminal he came from.

The small jet slowly approached the terminal, and slowed to a stop. After several minutes of preparation, the pilot finally said over the intercom in arabic, "We are here, Mr. Jagard." Adid nodded to himself and grabbed his back pack. It was full of clothes. He had permission from the Prime Minister to visit the country for a couple days after the meeting, and he was ready. After readying his pack, he grabbed his brief case, and headed out onto the tarmac.

He felt refreshed, and envigorated. The air was cool, but not cold, another oppositive side to the oppressive heat of Azaha. His pristine black suit, with a dark red tie shown slightly in the sun. Even the sunlight seemed better. He approached the terminal gate, and stepped inside.

North Point, We Buy It Inc. Headquarter's Private Airfield, Gate B20

CEO Steven H. Miller watched with a security detail as the plane taxied towards the terminal. He knew the Azahian Ambassador would be tired, 24 hours of flight across the entirety of Haven would be death to anyone not determined.

One of the security detail held a sign reading 'WBI Inc. Welcomes You To The Silver Sky Mr. Jagard!'. A warm greeting would be in order for someone that would be vital to We Buy It Inc. interest.

Steven Miller was a somewhat tall, and decently built man, wore a standard black business suit and a gold tie, indicative of We Buy It Inc. upper level employees, while the lower levels wore black ties.

He grinned and said a hearty hello as Mr. Jagard entered the terminal. "I assume you had a tiring flight? I'm Mr. Miller, pleasure to do business with you."

Adid walked briskly up to Miller and shook his hand briskly. A bit too briskly, unused to the custom, but he thought they did it around here. After letting go of his hand, he smiled brightly, his white teeth shining in contrast to his unusually dark face, even for a man of Middle Eastern decent.

"Mr. Miller!" He exclaimed, his accent thick with arabic, but completely understandable. He chose his next words carefull. This is where the business deal started, and everything counted. "Of course not Mr. Miller. I had plenty of sleep on the plane, I just wish to get this show on the road." He infact was very tired, but he dared not let it out as a sign of weakness.

Mr. Miller could understand Mr. Jagard perfectly, years of business deals honing his understanding of accents. He returned the hand shake

Mr. Miller smirked inwardly, any person would be exhausted from a trip that long, he had even arranged sleeping quarters for Mr. Jagard just incase the man would want to sleep, but Mr. Jagard had choosen to worked tired, oh well, his loss.

"Well that's good, I arranged a room for you just in case you need rest, but since you're rested, and obviously eager and determined, we can head straight to the negotiation." Said Mr. Miller, dangling the offer of sleep infront of Mr. Jagard, like a steak infront of a starving man, if he took it, no loss, it'd better for the man anyway, if he didn't, his, and possibly his countries' loss.

"Now, if you'll follow me, we can continue talking as we head to the limo." Said Mr. Miller, motioning to Mr. Jagard to follow him.