Bling Bling

You're now in your new plane you bought a month ago from Netjets and are going through your Henk briefcase to find those files you need for a pretty important meeting later in the day.
After an extremely peaceful flight, upon landing at the Marseille provence airport, you notice that you business partners finally did take that Boeing Business Jet, in great deception you start calculating the loss on the bet you made. You then all very formally greet eachother, hoping nobody got airsick, and then hop into the Maybach 62, destination: the seaport.
And there awaits that splendid 71m yatch that you named after your favorite redfish Bobbly, you just thought the name Edmiston company gave it was too cliché (Utopia, what a rip-off); anyhow, you are now headed to Monte Carlo to conclude the deal, and so on the way you discuss the last few details with those hypocrite partners of yours; not that you really needed them in the first place but your close advisor and friend suggested that a more political approach to your purchase could help futur figures. Nevertheless you still give out a few of your "business" cards just for the fun of it.
Finally you arrive at destination: Hotel Port Palace, Monte Carlo, where your suite awaits.
In the end you close the deal in barely a few hours and are already packed and on the go when suddenly, on your way out, as unexpected as undesired, you bump into someone... and without word to say you stay in awe, you are now facing the partner of your wildest dreams, the one you said you'ld never find, that 'one'.
You then decide, in an instant, just like that, to drop everything! sell the whole company! And sail across the globe, passed the seven seas and over the edge of this world, only you and that one person until time itself comes to and end.

... pfou! What a day! I need a break!