"Since you've been gone I've been dancing with the stars," -The Author
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~ Ten hours later ~
Have you ever thought about how stupid it must feel to be in something you have no control over? yeah well for me that's planes, I despise them because unlike cars I can't have control over and as a businesswoman and a leader it's truly sad I'm a bit scared of planes, mostly when I'm not scared of a lot of things. Now don't get me wrong being scared does not make you weak but aware, it makes you a lot of things but for me, it's never made me weak.
Now, let's backtrack on everything I said because for once in my life, I'm truly happy to be in a plane, mostly when it takes me as far away from Moscow as possible. I hate this place not for the future or anything just because this is Noklais home and well I have never met such an annoying yet maybe smart man in my life. Getting onto my private jet I grabbed my black duffel bag and set it on the floor and sat on the comfortable chair.
It's the only correct way for me to get my work done, I mean being a fashion designer wasn't as easy as I thought it was. I'm running a mafia along with that it wasn't easy. Most of the time everyone thinks I can't run over both at the same time since I'm a woman. Mostly my egg donor since she's a bitch.
Most people that work always expect their place to be quiet, and for them to be able to focus. For me, that's never been the case I'd like to be in loud rooms, but only when it's with people I care about and I trust me it still bothers me that everyone is so quiet, specifically Jordan and Silver.
Quietly pulled out my computer and my sketches along with paperwork for today, placing them on my table in front of me as I get to work. Just because I work with both doesn't mean that we're un-organize, more of that makes it better when you have organization, and mostly for the fact that I studied accounting a few years back since I graduated early from college and high school.
Once I was mostly done with my work, I pulled out a black and purple notebook that was strictly for designing, sketches, or drawings, whenever I felt like it. Flipping through the cold, white pages of the notebook, I pulled my notebook and pen closer to me, slowly, sketching what I assumed it was supposed to be a dress, but turned out to be a dark grey. I reflected on the eyes of someone I used to love. I wasn't surprised this is normal for me to draw someone who no longer was close to me to try to do with my emotions, something I never had control over.
By the time I was done drawing his very defined piercing grey eye, I realized It had gotten lighter outside through the window on my left. And only done, looking up that I noticed the teenage-looking blonde guy staring at me from across the plane.
At that very moment, he lays forward and introduced himself to me. "Ms. D'angelo, I'm Ethan your flight attendant for today," Ethan he said dumbfounded at it as if he was scared probably intimidated by a woman having all of these luxurious things that she had done all by herself.
