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third point of view aboard a fancy private jet
𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄, Auristella Aveline ignored any and all words that left her father's mouth as the man ranted, the young adult not caring enough to listen.
Her father on the other hand, sat in the seat directly in front of her a glare on his face as he used his phone to look at the already spreading news about his daughter's actions.
So many different media sources already haven displayed what had happen over the last few days, tainting the family name even more and possibly hurting their business.
"I cannot believe the idiotic choices you still are making, Auristela," Terrence Powell spoke through gritted teeth as he stared at his daughter, grown yet still so childish. "do you have any idea what this could do to us, to the company?"
Hearing his words, Auristela only scoffed rolling her eyes once again being reminded of how selfish her father was, yet still not looking away from her cellphone.
"It's always about the company, huh?" She asked below her breath with a scoff, just out of the range of her father's hearing as he only sat back in his seat.
Running a hand over his head tired of the entire situation of which occurred a day ago, when Auristella'd gotten into a somewhat small physical altercation.
To which the random bitchy woman at the bar ended up with a broken wrist, a black eye, a broken nose, and a light concussion, but in Auristela's opinion it was her own fault.
"That girl could have died, Auristela." Terrence said extended the last word 'died,' the man trying to get the reality of the situation into her head.
This time instead of a scoff or an eye roll, Terrance was only met with silence the man teeth clenching as he stared at his daughter, someone he thought was mature enough to handle life.
Yet here she was staring down at her phone giggling during such a serious moment, so seeing her blatantly ignoring him, the tired father swiftly leant forwards snatching the phone.
It sliding clean out of her hand as she hadn't expected him to continue talking to her, let alone take her phone, but it was only when he threw it to the other side of the plane did she yell.
"What the hell Dad!?" She yelled as she sat up into the edge of her seat, wanting to rush over towards her phone, but she already knew it was most likely shattered.
"You don't raise your damn voice at me." The man spoke lowly as he looked ready to throw the his daughter out of the plane, only causing Auristela to close her mouth.
