Julian Meyer had always flown first class. To him, economy class didn’t exist—just a blur of tired faces behind a curtain. He was a 32-year-old tech investor, the kind who made his first million at 26, the kind who wore tuxedos to board flights simply because he could.
His seat, 1A, offered champagne on arrival, a recliner that turned into a bed, and a personal butler named Carl, who addressed him by name. He wasn’t arrogant—just detached. Life was always fast-moving, sterile, and predictable. Until that day.
Flight LX218, Zurich to Cape Town.
The boarding gate buzzed with murmurs of delay as Julian lounged in the private VIP suite, scanning investment headlines and sipping espresso. When the call came, he boarded before most even stood. He adjusted his cufflinks, sat down, and sank into the buttery leather seat. Noise-canceling headphones—check. In-flight menu featuring seared duck and Belgian chocolate—check. He was……Read Full Story Here………………………..
