I brought some books to read on the flight, seeing as he told me it is three hours to Miami—apparently the billionaire destination for nightclub getaways. I don’t want to spend three hours making small talk with anyone, especially not Alexi.

I can’t believe we are all hopping on a plane to Miami for one night of getting drunk and partying. It does seem somewhat random and spontaneous for Alexi, but as Jackson told me in the lift, this is a two-yearly event, and it’s the only ...