ADAPTATION STORY
A millionaire investor arrives in New York City accompanied by her partner and best friends with the purpose of dragging everything and adding more achievements and millions to her perfect and controlled life. She never thought tha...
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Jisoo, Rosé and Jennie were setting in that order in a row of three seats at the end of the plane that was going to take them back to the city where they lived. All three stood with their arms crossed and wearing a frown that was commonly seen in the south korean woman, occasionally in Jennie and rarely in the dancer. At the same time, the three girls were staring intently at the front row, it seemed that each one with their eyes wanted to knock down the seat in front of them.
Every few minutes, they snorted exaggeratedly and in co-ordinated manner trying to show their discomfort. Apparently, since the snorts weren't working, Jisoo and Rosé looked to their friend sitting between them to take another kind of initiative. Jennie accepted the responsibility that was given to her and with her right foot she kicked the seat in front of her hard, nothing happened.
Jennie pressed her lips together and, helped by the arms of her own seat, took more momentum, and delivered one, even stronger than the previous one, kick to the object of her anger, but nothing. The seat vibrated for a while, but then it stayed still as if nothing had happened and the familiar face that the girls expected to see after the impact, was not present.
The businesswoman looked at her friends for support and they both nodded. With her hand Jennie counted to three, at the third finger raised the three girls took momentum and kicked the middle seat of the front row. They quickly returned to their initial crossed arms pose and pretended not to be. If the boy from six rows in front had stopped from his place to see what happened, the body that they had in the row in front had to do it as well.
So it was.
A head full of blonde hair appeared behind the beaten seat, apparently kneeling in her own seat so she could pay attention to the girls. With a mischievous smile, crooked head and open mouth, Lisa looked at them one by one.
- Yes? Do you need something? Something happens? - asked them. As much as Lisa already suspected why the kicks were coming, she was also not willing to get into that terrain with three women who were capable of defeating Spartacus with only their sharp tongues and their scary looks. The blonde was a bit silly but not that much either.
Jennie and Jisoo snorted and spoke at the same time.
- No problem... Would something have to happen to us? - Jennie answered without looking at the girl.
- What happens is none of your business, weird dwarf, why should it matter to you? - Jisoo said looking at her nails.
When the tattoo artist looked at the dancer looking for the missing answer, she only found her looking away angrily and swinging her right foot strongly.
Lisa shrugged her shoulders and returned to her seat as if nothing had happened. She grabbed the notebook she had left on the empty seat next to it and continued to concentrate on her drawing. She was putting the last touches to the angel wrapped in her own wings and it was looking perfect. In fact it would have been perfect if it weren't for another strong kick in her seat that caused the little angel boy's nose to undergo emergency surgery and one of his Wings suffered a serious mutilation. The little angel was ready to star in a horror movie or worse yet, ready to star in some kind of unfortunate romantic comedy of those that has hundreds of thousands of protagonists crossing each other and you never quite understand their ties.
