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Taylor reappears.
“Mr. Cullen, there’s an issue with the Darfur shipment.”
Edward nods curtly at him. “Get the helicopter back to Sea Tac and stand down the pilot.How the fuck is a helicopter at Sea Tac supposed to help ‘the Darfur shipment’?
Just like airplanes, helicopters have a maximum capacity for how much weight they can carry. This is why baggage allowance exist. Given that a helicopter is much smaller than an airplane, I doubt it’s able to carry a whole lot of cargo.
Unless Edward is trying to smuggle unpolluted Sudanian air into America, I sincerely doubt that his helicopter will be in any way useful to ‘the Darfur shipment’.
Of course, I know full well that this is just E. L. James reminding us once more that Edward is a super important international businessman, just in case any of us had forgotten. Still, there’s no excuse for idiocy.
My inner critic invites you to tag along on a journey through the deepest, darkest realms of bad fiction, as epitomized in the fanfictional beginnings of the now bestselling series 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. In other words, I am doing a through and critical reading of 'Master of the Universe' by Snowqueens Icedragon. Be warned: Kinky fuckery lies ahead (admittedly most of it is being censored, what with genitalia being vaguely alluded to as 'way down there', or simply just 'there'.) Nevertheless, twelve-year-olds, consider yourselves warned.
