As I step out of the plane the blinding light reaches my eyes but I don't flinch back, I'm used to it by now.
"Home." I say with a grin plastered on my face.
I walk down the steps with confidence and surety. I turn back to look at my pilot and mimick a soldiers salute but with two fingers. Mr Damen returns my gesture and we walk to different directions.
"Miss Quips-Xaravel, how was your flight, I hope not to long?" my driver, Mr Tumpin asks and opens the car door for me to my Rolls-Royce Phantom.
" It was delightful in a way, but long I can assure you it was." I return with a smile I only grant to a few as I climbed into the car.
I look through the files in my hands going over the details of the meeting I was in only a few hours before. Mr T puts the radio louder and starts drumming with his fingers on the stairing wheel to a song on. It soon finished just as I began nodding the rhythm.
"....and in other news, Zepheras Quip-Xaravel CEO of international business QX Enterprises is back in London, returning from America where she had a meeting with Ramend Enterprises in a harsh battle between other companies she fought and in the end bought over 51% of the shares of the company. She is returning to her home since being away for two weeks..." she continues on with other news.
" They're acting as if you're a monster when in business." Mr T says teasingly.
" Well I do know the way people think when I want something from them." I look out the window replying to him.
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I walk into my house dropping my keys on the kitchen counter. I walk up the stairs to my bedroom on the third floor.
Walking in I drop my bags and begin to undress our of my beige suit to my off the sholder grey long-sleeved shirt and black shorts.
I climb in bed snuggling into my bed that seemed so unfimiliar but always missed as it brought happiness to me.
Closing my eyes I relax in the fact that tomorrow I wouldn't have to go into work. Dreaming of my young childhood I soon go to sleep.
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Breaking Defences
RomansZepheras Quip-Xaravel...... ( Ze - fe - ras) ( Qu - ip)-( Xa - ra - vel) The girl who could look twenty men in a meeting, down into submission, the girl who people called 'fearce' and a 'force to be reckoned with'. The truth was.... she was a girl w...
