The Black Corporation

The driver's friendly but quiet. Nine of us are going on this trip, but we were individually driven to Black International's jet. We board, and it's announced Tristan will meet us in Brazil.

Disappointed, I observed the nine passengers. I'm shocked to see six men and only three women. Everyone is dressed semi-casual, but some men look rugged. They must be military men. Gloria was one of the three women. The other woman was very exotic-looking. She wasn't beautiful, but her features made her uniquely pretty. Samantha is her name, but they call her Sam. Sam looks tough, so she's probably also from the military.

No one smiled or conversed. Everyone seemed engrossed with whatever they were doing. None of these people looked familiar except Gloria. I guess I'm the only new employee required to travel.

After two hours of silence, Gloria hands me a glass of wine. I wished she had a martini, but it'll do. "Thanks," I say.

"So you're a minister?" Gloria asks.

Discerning this is a test, I sit m