5:06am

Public plane

~2 weeks before~

"Mr. Marino, the documents you requested." said my assistant Kylie, placing a large black folder on the table.

"Thank you." I said without taking my eyes off the screen, as usual. This is how it has been for me since I took over the company from my father.

He was a very wealthy man and everyone loved him. I always hated it, in fact he was very violent. I don't know if he was just like that to me, but he certainly left traces on me.

People would say  that I am cold-hearted because of my facial expressions and the tone in which I speak even though I don't blame them.

Only Kylie knows that i am actually very kind. Only she sees the true picture of me. The real me. She is actually my friend, the only one you can say. Others are nice to me just because of my money. Since I came to the company, 5 years ago, every morning has had the same energetic smile on my face, which I honestly hated, but you get used to it over the years. Kylie was the only one nice to me through all these years which was pretty weird at first. I honestly thought that she was nice to me only because of my money, so I treated her like everyone else.

"It's lunch break now. do you want to go out to eat? We could talk about your flight. she said.

"Sure."  I replied, smiling at her concern for the flight. I always give hated flights. Since I was little when I was in a plane crash where my brother and mother lost their lives. Because of that I had to move in with my father and his wife. She didn't like children, or to be precise me. She had two sons who were spoiled by her and my father.

They treated me like someone who came just to get them in trouble. But I was a fairly obedient and calm child. One time at school a fight broke out which was started by my half brothers Carl and Jake. All three of us were called to the director and I was blamed. When I got home I was punished and beaten every day for the past 3 months. I was not allowed to complain or cry, because they would have more reason to beat me.

My stepmother actually. she was the devil of a person. She later cheated on my father and married his rival. From that moment on I was relieved. I was 18 and at the first opportunity I ran away from home and started working for my friend in his small business.

"So like this ..." she started talking about my schedule on a business trip.
But she  was interrupted due to the ringing of my  phone

"pilot russell"...

I answered and after the call I turned pale.

"what happened?" she asked.

"Russell will not be able to fly", I said. Now there is only one option left.
Public plane. But it can't be that bad can it?
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