[STORY 3] Kylie Allison's Adventure In Geneva!

"Ms. Allison, I still don't understand why you're going to this convention when you could've sent anyone else to be the representative for the company..." An associate was telling her as they sat on lush seating in a private jet, flying over the Atlantlic. "Besides, you know top funders this year were those freaks from Crawford Dairy Farms. They'll probably shove our company's poor financials right in our face for not being donors at all."

"And how would it look if the CEO and namesake of ADE didn't show up to address this? Before I was in charge, you know my father never missed one of these, and even won the Golden Cow prize a few times for the company's success in the early 2000s." She responded, putting her hand to her cheek as she looked out the window at the ocean below. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with taking a break every once in awhile, and getting away from the office, right? I don't want to deal with working alongside that new 'Brand Adjuster' the Board hired and had me approve."

"If you say so Ms. Allison, but I still think it's a mistake." Her associate shook his head, "I also don't understand why you're insisting on being alone on this trip too. No bodyguards, or liasons? I don't think that's safe."

"I can take care of myself just fine, and you know as well as I do that unusual business expense is kept to a minimum this way. We don't have the funds for that." Kylie said, crossing her arms and looking around the plane. "I'm still amazed that we can even afford to fly a private jet there. As you know, I'm taking coach at a public airport for the way back."

"That is true." The associate said. They both looked out the window and saw the beautiful mountain filled landscape of Switzerland as the clouds parted in their descent.

Once the plane had landed, a limo was already waiting for Kylie as she stepped out with a briefcase in hand. "I didn't think the Board approved of a limo, how did you pull that off?" The associate asked, stepping out after her.

"I didn't?" She replied, raising an eyebrow.

An older man well dressed in a white suit stepped out of the limo, his face was obscured by sunglasses and a large hat, the only thing that wasn't hidden was a large smile he had on his lips. He was much taller than her, and muscular, even through his clothes, he almost seemed to dwarf her with his height and presence alone. "Excuse me, are you Kylie Allison?" He asked, walking towards her and removing his sunglasses. His voice was deep and Southernly.

"I am, and you are?" She asked, curious who this man was and how he knew who she was.

The man increased the curvature of his grin. "Well, I never knew ugly, 'ol Bertrand could produce such a beautiful woman. He was my biggest rival for so many years."

"Biggest rival..." She repeated, then widened her eyes. "You're from Crawford then?"

"Yes ma'am. James Crawford, but most people just call me Big Jim, you know, from our ads."

"You're... The CEO of Crawford Dairy Farm?" She asked, incredulous.

"For now, I'm retiring this year, and giving the reigns to my son-in-law. Actually, it'll be one of the announcements at the convention...After I win the Golden Cow one more time." He chuckled. "Anyways, we're staying at the same hotel, so it'd be my pleasure if you ride with me."

Kylie looked back at her associate who just shrugged as he wouldn't be going with her, he had to go back to the states. She sighed. "I guess I don't really have a choice in this, do I? Alright then, let's go, Mr. Crawford."

"Please, call me Big Jim, ma'am."

"Okay... Big Jim."

They both stepped into the limo and the chauffeur drove away towards the hotel.