We meet again

10

Alexandra

It had been five days since I had last seen Demi when we talked over coffee. Since then the most we did was have one quick and short conversation over text message about contracts.

"Are they flying in your jet with you?"

I look up. "Who's they? And what are you talking about?"

Monroe sighs. "Demi and Isabella."

"Why would they be coming back to New York with me?"

"Do you not read your own contracts?"

I shrug.

"In the contract it says this upcoming week all the children you selected will be flown out to New York and stay for four days, while given a tour of everything. As in where they would live for a year or more, and other shit. Then when they head home they get ready to pack up and come back a few days later."

My mouth falls agape.

I had completely forgotten.

Monroe leans back. "I had a feeling you would forget so that is why I took it into my own hands to remind Demi."

"I completely forgot. You're a life saver." I respond.

Monroe smirks, causing me to roll my eyes. "I know."

Although last time Demi and I agreed to not make it awkward and be friends, I still had a feeling this flight would be extremely awkward. I could simply choose to put myself out of my misery and book Demi and Isabella a separate flight but I figured just having them come with me was easier and I was feeling more genuine today. Which was weird because I usually hated people anywhere near me, especially on a plane hence why I decided to buy my own jet.

"So are they coming with you?" Monroe asks once again.

"Um. Yeah sure. We're leaving at three just tell them that."

Monroe nods and pulls out his phone, beginning to type. I pull out my phone and check the time to see it was already two and it took thirty minutes to get to the jet.

"I'm going to go get dressed. I'll meet you there."

Monroe nods and I walk away up to the hotel room I was staying in.

After that talk over coffee I had with Demi that's all I could think about for the past five days. Although it may sound horrible but when Demi told me she wasn't in a relationship, a very small part of me was relieved. I had no idea why, but I'd rather not find out.

I put on a pair of jeans, a simple t-shirt, and a hoodie over it considering New York would probably be freezing when I got back. After packing my luggage and getting everything sorted, soon enough I was on my way to the airport.

"How was your stay Ms. Anderson?"

I look up from my phone at the driver. "It was good. Thank you."

He smiles, revealing his pearly white teeth.

"You're a modeling instructor or whatever right?"

"I own an agency."

He nods. "That's cool. When I was a kid I used to love having my pictures taken."

"Oh really? Interesting." I reply unenthused, looking down at my phone.

"Yeah. Maybe I've got a shot at dropping all this driving shit and becoming a model."