"I'm so ready!"

An soon as the words have come over your lips, the driver is already hitting the gas pedal. The red-head raises her hand, waving... making it absolutely obvious that she has just missed her ride, but the limousine is whooshing away with such speed that you have to reach for something to hold at first. And by the time you've finally gathered yourself, the other girl is long out of sight, and soon the plane is as well.

Oh well... you snooze, you lose, right?

For one brief moment you considered speaking up, to make the driver turn around, but his loud voice was soon echoing through the passenger room again.
"There is a welcome package in the black pouch, Miss. And any refreshments you might wish for are in the mini fridge next to you!"
Mini fridge? Still somewhat overwhelmed by all the sudden new impressions around you, only now are you noticing the small fridge's glass door, indeed only two seats to your left. And there nearby are also a couple of black pouches.

After a much quieter "thank you" back to the driver, you are reaching over to fish one of the pouches to you, and the first thing falling into your hands is what looks like a brochure.

THE REFUGE is written in golden letters on black ground. The embossed text provided a satisfyingly prestigious feel to your fingertips as you touched it. The Refuge, precisely the place you've heard about, the very place of your desire. The perfect place to connect with powerful and influential people. There you are going to leave your mark, you are sure of it.

"Name's Carlos by the way. What's yours, Miss?"
The driver's sunglasses are gone, and he is beaming a wide smile back at you. Not through the back mirror, but over the side of the driver seat. Your initial assessment of the man was certainly not wrong. Thinking of it, you are here to connect with people, and he is certainly not looking like a boring fellow either.
But perhaps you should use your time more prudently and study the material from your welcome package...