A Week with Sebastian Stan

Pilot

You're just a girl from New York, wishing to have a normal life just like everyone else. Your family owns the biggest company in New York, and you had to live with that your whole life. You needed to get used to all the media, and people judging how you look or dress.

Your parents, Joe and Alysa Robertson, were fighting again in the living room, about how the company was going, you were sick of it.
You walked down the stairs and didn't mind them, you were so used to it, that you didn't even care at all.

"Hi honey, good morning" said your mom, "You too." You replied back. You took the bag of chips on the counter of your kitchen, and went up to your room.

Your parents had always been happy, you were an only child, but as time passes by, they forget that your even there.
Since the company had tons of attention and more money, it always came first.

You sat at your bed, turned on your lights, rather, your chandelier as you watch Netflix and ate the bag of chips you grabbed from the kitchen. Your mom knocked your door, "Hey hon, its just me" she says in a very concerned voice, "Come in!" you said.

Your mom sits beside you, and grabbed a handful of chips.
"What you watchin'?" Your mom asked.
"Oh! This? Nothing, just some random series I found." You replied.
You and your mom just sat there and continued watching the Netflix series you randomly chose and bond for a bit, til' your dad yelled your moms name, "Alysa!" Yells your dad.
"Coming!" Your mom talked back.

All this was just bugging you. Non stop screaming, and you were just 3 in your big apartment, 5 floors to be exact. Unless, you include your 7 security guards and 7 maids you have in your home. Before all this wealth came with your family, you were happy and it was all enjoyment that you hear.

You just miss that so much. With everything going on, you decided that you needed to take a break from all the screaming and yelling.

"I really need to get a break with this arguments" you told yourself.

You grabbed your phone on your bedside table, and went to an Airline Website and booked a private jet going to Boston. Your were extremely excited to finally get over all your parents has put you through.

"Venice! Here I come!" You said excitedly to yourself.