Four

He could still remember the scenario on that very day. The reason he is at the place where he is right now.

On Friday, at four o'clock in the afternoon, he took off on his private jet.

Alone.

Yes, he is one of those Italian magnates who owns multiple kinds of businesses.

At the age of 35, he accomplished it all by himself; passion and perseverance brought him where he is right now.

He wanted to get out of the place immediately. He couldn't believe nor imagine that of all the people, those whom he had trusted would also be the ones who cheated on him.

Only two hours ago, when he saw his fiancée with his best friend, fully naked in bed. He was so excited to see her and to tell her that he couldn't wait for another week more before their wedding. He wanted her in his life very much.

Surprised is the understatement of what he saw.

It was a bomb in his face, and it was like a double-edged sword that was buried deep in his heart.

It tore him into pieces.

"Leandro, I can explain," his best friend Nikos said. While his fiancée was crying and trying to cover her naked body using the bed cover.

He never said anything. He stormed off from his now-unfaithful fiancée. He drove directly to the hangar of his private jet.

"Leandro! Are we going somewhere?" asked his pilot.

"I'll go by myself, Tom; I can fly, remember?" he said, climbing up to the plane and starting the engine. He controlled himself. He sat there and waited for a while until his heart beat normally. He's in a rage and hurt. He was furious.

He can fly this plane; he is a licensed pilot, but he focused on his business rather than flying. Tom was his buddy while they were at the school of aeronautics. But after he graduated, he took another course, and that was business management.

"Keep safe, buddy," Tom whispered, watching the private jet on the runway, ready to take off.

More than eleven hours had passed, and the private jet was aiming down its private runway. When the jet finally touched down, he maneuvered towards the hangar. When it was fully parked, he got off and went to the SUV that was parked in the shed. He could see that Rudy was waving his hand. Motioning him to wait there.

Rudy and his wife were his hired caretakers at his private villa and his private beach. This place was supposed to be his gift to Margot. He cringed, remembering what he saw. He moved into the shade because the heat of the sun was burning his eyes. He had flown for eleven hours, and he hadn't slept. Of course, he couldn't sleep while flying because he flew alone. He would sleep as soon as he reached his villa, he thought.

When the SUV finally arrived in front, he saw that Rudy's eyes were looking for something.

"I didn't bring anything along with me, Rudy. I think the things that I have in the house are all just fine," he said.

"OK, boss," he said, smiling.

Then they drove away from the small airport situated on his own land, also only ten minutes away from the villa. Actually, he could walk; that's why he didn't tell Rudy that he was coming, but maybe when Rudy saw his jet, he drove through the small airport to drive him home. This small airport is only for his plane.

He likes the worker with initiative.

That's why he is generous too when it comes to incentives and bonuses for all his workers who deserve them, like his caretaker here in this hidden paradise of his. He doesn't need to say to do it. They have the initiative to do things without order.