His Personal Assistent

chapter 3

I woke up after what felt like hours to a loud noise. While sitting up I saw my boss picking up his keys. "Oh sorry did I wake you up?" "Yeah haha. How long have I slept?" I asked back. "About two hours. We still have half of the flight left." "Thanks" I replied while streaching myself a little. After that I stood up to go to the bathroom. This plane is sick. You don't feel like you're flying high in the air. You feel more like in a loft or a big appartement. Before I fell asleep I talked a little with Mr. Sanchez about it. It has a movie theater, a bowling room, a bedroom and a kitchen. I mean this shit is bigger than my apartment. So I feel kinda impressed. I looked at the wall. These paintings alone are probably more expensive than my whole house. I sighed and closed the bathroom door.

Going back to my seat I logged my phone in the plane wifi to check my socials. I'm not a big influencer or something like that but sometimes it's fun to make a story or stalk some celebrities. While I was closing my seatbelt I saw the stewardess walking in giving me a bitch blick. But her face expression changed almost immediately to that evil fake smile again as soon as she started talking to Mr. Sanchez. I just rolled my eyes and put my headphones in.  Consume by Chase Atlantic started playing. It's one of my favorite songs right now. And with that I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep again.

"Ms. Bianchi" I heard a quiet voice. "We're here." I slowly opened my eyes. "Sorry did it take long for you to wake me up?" Mr. Sanchez chuckled. "No not really." I took my jacket and we went off the plane.

 "You didn't like Sofía did you?" he asked with an amused smile. "Was it so obvious?" I asked with a smile. "Kinda but I can completely understand it." I looked at him surprised. "Really? I thought you liked her?" "Nahh. Don't know what you got to the idea." He still looked at me with this amused expression on his face. "Let's go my driver is waiting for us." He started walking out the hall. I shook my head smiling amused. This dude drives me crazy. 

As we went out the hall I saw a black Mc Laren waiting for us. "A Mercedes would've been enough for me." I said jokingly well aware of the fact I couldn't afford either of them. "I keep that in mind." Mr. Sanchez winked at me. 

Wow. Was the first thing that came to my mind after I opened the door to my hotelroom. It was a big suite with a couch and a TV which is probably bigger than my window at home. The king sized bed was on the other side of the room with a desk on the left and a big window on the right. Beside that window was a balcony. We're on the highest floor of the building with a great view of almost the whole city. It was so fucking beautiful. 

As I unpacked a couple of my things I found an unopened pack of cigaretts. I sighed. Should I open it? Yeah I definitly need a cig right now. As I stood at the balcony smoking and looking at New York city by night I started thinking. New York city the city that never sleeps. The nickname is understandable. I dragged on my cigarette. I used to smoke a lot when I lived in Italy but somehow I just stopped in LA. But I can't lie I missed it. Probably I was just to lazy to buy new ones. I forgot about that pack.

After I went back inside I did a little leftover work from last friday. Answered the rest of the mails and shit like that. Later what felt like hours I decided to finally go to sleep. I don't know what Mr. Sanchez planned for tomorrow so I don't wanna look like a zombie. Laying in bed I started thinking about the next week. I really wonder what will happen. And maybe I get to know my boss a little better. I wonder what he is like as a private person and not like the famous CEO he is at work. With that thought in my head I finally slowly drifted to sleep.

                                                                                                                                                  

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