The global economic crisis was really having a bad effect on our country and considering I was one of the board members at the central bank, all was being done to mitigate the effect of the same. So, as a measure to solve the situation, I had made this trip to Brussels for a quick word with officials from the EU on the possible ways they could help us in our quest.

To be honest in all fairness, I had no clue how Brussels looked like and I had already resigned to the grim realization of yet another disastrous official trip.

To me arriving in Brussels meant a new beginning, not in the rescue package to salvage our miserable economy, but a beginning of appreciation and understanding of escorts. This is how it had happened, my long lost colleague who was currently working at the IMF here had just got wind of our visit and in the middle of everything had requested me to meet him at one of the establishments here.

Since I knew nothing about Brussels he had organized what he had had called a special escort to pick me at the metro station and true to his word this was indeed a special person.

During our thirty minutes ride, I have to admit that for once in my life I felt weak in front of a woman. She was beaming with freshness and gleaming with beauty that I could not even maintain ten seconds of eye contact. One thing that made even somehow embarrassed but still surprised is how she understood the real situation of the economy of our country and to be fair one of the possible solutions she had suggested is now well part of our future plans.

I had later realized that the lovely queen had been sent by a Belgian based VIP escort company called Fleur De Anges.