Simply Nadia

Chapter 3

 I knew Daniel had become rich over the years. But I didn't realize how rich he was.

 I had figured he'd paid for a first class flight to New York City. That was what I had expected. But I didn't expect this.

 "A private jet?" I asked in disbelief, climbing up the stairs.

"One of two, yes. Mr. Wickham uses this one for family travel. The other one is for business." Miss Fake Canadian said it as if it were a usual thing most families had. I suppose to her, it was normal.

'Luxury is in each detail' came to mind when I saw the jet. It was beautiful. It was a creamy off white color that made the shiny red Wickham logo pop.  I couldn't help but slowly take my time going up the stairs. I wanted to memorize every detail of the exterior, the colors, the shape, the way the sun gleamed against it. 

 Miss Fake Canadian took my hand and helped pull me up off the last step.

 "Hurry, hurry. Get in Nadia." She urgently pushed me into the jet. It was the first time she had used my first name. She half dragged me into my chair. Once I was seated, she rushed to close all the window blinds. A tall man, who must have been a pilot, helped her shut all 12 window blinds. Each of them snapped shut when pulled completely down. It reminded me of the way prison cell doors shut.

 At first I didn't realize why they were rushing to close everything off and then it hit me.

 Someone must have saw us. My father was a rich and well known man. If someone saw his family jet leaving without his family in it, it was bound to be a juicy story to follow up on.

  When they were done closing everything up they took their seats. Miss Fake Canadian across from me and the tall man next to her. He was dressed in a white button down and blue jeans that fit in all the right places. His black hair was pulled back into a short choppy pony tail that looked as if he had cut it himself. What stood out the most to me were his eyes, green with a hint of brown. I had always liked people with green or blue eyes.

 "Miss Wickham, this is Lucas. He is your personal body guard until things die down."

 My eyes shifted to Miss Fake Canadian. "Until things die down?" I shouldn't have been surprised when she said this, but I was.

 She looked uncomfortable again. Her eyes wandered to Lucas, she expected him to explain.

  Lucas sat a little straighter in his chair and spoke in an Italian accent, "I'm here for when word does get out of your Mother's death. The timing of this was not the best. Your Father's name is well known and after large shows of his, people tend to snoop or linger around for a couple months. Then it dies down and I'm not needed any longer."

 Miss Fake Canadian butted in, "Mr.Wickham expects that word will get out quickly and he is taking every precaution to keep you safe. And comfortable of course."

 "It won't be like this for long." Lucas assured me.

 Miss Fake Canadian open up a small compartment in between the seats and pulled out a white box. When she handed it to me I noticed the Apple logo on the front.

 "I already have a cellphone. I don't need another one." My actual cellphone had all my photos and videos of my Mother and I. It had all our vacation photos to goofy photos she took of herself when she took my cellphone. It had all our memories. I didn't want a new one.

 "It's for security, Nadia." Lucas said. "It's already been programed with everyone's cellphone number you'll need. You can sync everything thats on your old one to this one."