Ethan Gibson Jr. boards the Hawker 400XP jet and seats himself in one of the eight leather chairs. He takes out a cigarette and uses his monogrammed gold lighter to light it. He takes a drag, lets out a puff and exhales.
He is on his way to pick up several new friends he met online, for a party in Milan.
An attendant on board brings him a Mojito, his current drink of choice. He turns on his laptop to chat with his new friends, and inform them of pickup times. Limos would be dispatched for their convenience.
Who wouldn’t want to party with Ethan Jr., the son of one of the wealthiest men in America.
When all are onboard, there are no t-shirts and jeans in this crowd. None among them worried about receiving a government stimulus check.

They had names like Mario, Sergei, Antonio, Sebastian, Bartholomew, Mathias and Josh. Whether or not their non de plumes were real was anyone’s guess.
During the flight they would enter the exclusive mile high club.

The life of the ultra super rich was grand, Ethan Jr. thought.