PRIVATE JET

It was 5:45 a.m. at LAX. The terminal was buzzing, security lines snaked endlessly, and my 7 a.m. flight to New York was already delayed. As I sipped burnt airport…

It started with a missed flight—and a missed opportunity. A few years ago, I was supposed to fly from San Francisco to New York for a business pitch that could've…

It started with a casual dinner conversation. Over a plate of pasta and a glass of wine, my friend Jason—who runs a mid-size marketing agency—shared his recent “James Bond” moment.…