Leo settled back into the plush, motorized leather seat, using the fully responsive armrest controls to recline into a perfectly relaxed position. He tapped the massive HD touchscreen, which now responded instantly to his light touch, and selected a quiet Italian cinematic film. He put on his noise-canceling headphones, took a slow sip of the rich coffee, and let the tension of his previous fourteen-hour flight from Tokyo melt away entirely.
He didn’t waste a single thought on Julian or Beatrice, who were currently jammed into seats 42E and 42F near the aft lavatories, squeezed between a crying toddler and an enthusiastic trumpet player returning from a music convention. Leo simply enjoyed the quiet luxury of his earned sanctuary.