As usual, Maxwell Shipley spent his first day of Summer on a plane. Subliminally, he knew that, at that very moment, ten or more private jets were touching down all at once in the Virgin Islands, each worth millions, just to drop off a child who was likely worth billions to everyone but their parents. Figured. Max flew in a passenger plane that ol' Tommy G. had rented out so he wouldn't have to fly all the wait staff in individually. Now, that's not to say it was a bad plane, and it was hardly crowded - there were enough empty seats that all his fellow commoners could prop their feet up on the arm rests and trade seats at will. The pilot, who worked for Whittaker, was probably used to flying rich kids and their bratty friends, so he didn't object to anything. Not the abuse of the seat rests, or the walking around, or even their breaking into the cabinet that held the champagne. Max just watched them with detachment, indifference. This happened every trip into the islands. Breaking into the liquor cabinet was fun the first time, but he'd done it so many times, and the perverse died out when he realized that the pilot wasn't going to try and stop them. He sat with his feet stretched out beneath the seat in front of him, arms crossed, eyes smoldering with annoyance at the screaming antics of the younger wait staff. A few hours earlier, he'd snapped at a boy, no older than fifteen, who'd been jumping from seat to seat, and the boy had replied with an unceremonious Up yours!. Inwardly, Maxwell had laughed. Aw, he was gonna make that kid's job hell. Did he even realize that Max was his boss? No matter what way he looked at it, the kid was an idiot, anyway. When he grew tired of watching his future co workers act like idiots, he turned his attention to the plane window, and watched the puffy clouds pass by, right by the window. He could see his reflection, a vague impression of a square jaw, of rumpled brown hair, of frightful eyes in the sky, and he tried to see past it. Meanwhile, the private jets of the rich and beautiful touched down in the Virgin Islands.