Auspicious Arrival

Ms. Clark squints down at the steaming Jamaican tarmac.  Her skin prickles under the dark suit as she exits the plane.  Gripping the handrail, she staggers down the steps holding a simple black briefcase.  “‘Business class’ must mean something else here” she thinks while walking out to the car-park.  She approaches the idling black Bentley and smoothly enters.  As Ms. Clark slides across the leather seat, she closes the door, isolating herself in a dark sanctuary of air conditioned solitude.  The driver wordlessly pulls away.  She’s off to meet the new boss, and discuss her stake in the cartel.