[h1][b][color=007236][center]Wolfgang Kasimir O' Conor[/center][/color][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Queen Suite, 
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Receptionist
[b]Date: 14th March[/b][/center][hr]

Wolfgang was in the shower, listening to some music that he had bought on his new phone, when he heard the phone ring. He quickly got out of the shower, not bothering to put a towel on, and picked up the phone that was in the bathroom.

[colour=007236][b]"Ja?"[/b][/colour] he asked into the phone,

"Guten Morgen, Herr O' Conor, your car to take you to the airport is waiting for you," the receptionist told Wolfgang,

[colour=007236][b]"Car to the airport? I didn't order a car, and I was going to get the train to Paris,"[/b][/colour]

"One moment, please," the receptionist told him, and Wolfgang could hear her talking to someone, "I'm sorry, but the man insists that this is a car for you,"

Wolfgang sighed, [colour=007236][b]"Don't worry, then, tell him I'll be down as soon as possible,"[/b][/colour] before putting the phone back on the hook.

Wolfgang quickly got dried and dressed, before packing all of his belongings into his suitcase. After he finished packing, Wolfgang left his room, and got the lift down to reception. When he arrived at reception, he gave his key back to the receptionist, before noticing the man in a black suit. "Good morning, Mr. O' Conor. If you would like to follow me, I will take you to your plane." Wolfgang did as the man asked and followed him. Once Wolfgang's suitcases were in the boot of the car, and both Wolfgang and the driver were sitting in the car, the car began to go to the airport.

After some time in the car on the way to the airport, Wolfgang noticed that instead of dropping him off at the drop-off point, or even at the private lounge, the car continued to drive into a private area, and even continued onto the taxiways of the airport. The car was driving towards a small jet, which looked too small to be a regular commercial jet. He could see that the door that doubled as a set of stairs was down, and that there were two flight attendants next to it. As the car slowed to a stop, one of the flight attendants came to the car door and opened it, and asked him if he would like a drink. [colour=007236][b]"Just a glass of vodka and lemonade please."[/b][/colour] he told her. "Of course," he replied, before going into the plane. Meanwhile, the driver had been unpacking Wolfgang's suitcases from the boot of the car and was taking them to the cargo hold of the plane. The second flight attendant, this one female, walked over to Wolfgang to escort him to his seat. "Right this way," she told him, before leading him up the stairs, and to a seat, where his vodka and lemonade was already placed on a table. [colour=007236][b]"Thank you,"[/b][/colour] he said to the flight attendant, who then went to the cockpit.

"Good morning, Mr. O' Conor, I am Philip, your pilot, and we will shortly be taking off. We should arrive in Paris in just over an hour and a half. Just a reminder, that like Switzerland, Paris are in the GMT+1 time zone, but instead of using Swiss Francs, they use the Euro for their currency. There will be an opportunity to change any money you have into Euro at the airport, and the current exchange rate is about €0.90 for every Franc," was heard over the intercom, and Wolfgang reclined slightly in his chair as the plane started to taxi to the runway.