It's 12:00 p.m. in Manson and it is also my last day working at Manhattan publishing. I have been given the grand opportunity to be transferred to a publishing in England. I am waiting for my flight to be called and the anticipation is killing me.
Sleep central here I come.
I thought to myself and as if God himself read my mind, my flight w was called. Goodbye Manhattan, Ello England.
It's 10 p.m. in England and I'm passed her leg mode, I think they need a new word to describe it. A taxi driver holds am up a sign with my name written in bold. "Ate you Ms.Denise Smith?"he asks with his English accent. He was tall and I hate to sound so rudely but he was the darkest man I'd ever seen in my life."Yes, I am." I sayto the man, "Welcome to London", he says to me as he takes my luggage. We ride in silence fit what seems like a long a time, until we come to a complete stop. I look outside the window of the car and my jaw drops. The hotel was beautiful, it had large fountains in the front and a grand entrance that could take your breath away. I nearly fell out of the car because the driver opened the door. I tried my best to not sweat because that would be the American thing to do, he quickly caught me and apologized and handed me my bag. I walked inside the hotel and saw a plaque that read "We aime to please all nerds." I laughed to myself thinking that means two things.
Ok be mature your in England.
I walked to the front desk to sign in and was handed my room key by an attractive blood, who's facial expressions were between I'd do anything to be at the club right now and that my panties look like they belong in some guys pants pocket.
What a whore, bitch ain't got no type.
I thought by the way she was looking me up and down.I gave her friendly fake smile and nearly ran my ass towards the elevator. On the twenty third floor awaits my hotel room.
Look at Gwad.
I thought to myself as I entered the double door room. The world's largest living area, that displayed a large balcony overlooking England, you could practically see Big Ben from and the royal castle. Not that I gave a shit though, I'm just bein honesty. But the bathroom though, looked as if you could throw your own 7/11 party in the tub.
I'm fresha than yoouuu! selfie
The bedroom looked as if Anne Hathaway spent the night here. The bed was huge with French doors leading to the bathroom and a birds eye glance to see a luxurious view of the otherwise of England.
I quickly grabbed a shower and ordered some room service and set my alarm clock for 9:00 a.m.
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