Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Nine
"If anything bad happens, call me okay?" Devin said in a serious tone.
I nodded before offering him a big hug.
Today was Saturday which came by pretty fast and now I'll be heading to Paris...with my arrogant boss.
I packed as he said, four outfits including something for a special occasion. I also packed some necessities which I deemed will come in very handy.
At the moment, Devin was in a mixture of moods because he didn't want anything bad to happen to me.
He was like a overprotective dad which I don't blame him. He said he won't be here for a few days either, wanting to spend some time with his girlfriend.
It was after five and Mordechai said six so I was outside on the front porch waiting. I wore a black skirt with a red blouse and my jacket because the air was quite chilly. I had on my beanie and my hair was loose on my shoulders.
"I'll be fine Dev, well hopefully. I just want to have this experience so I will know what Paris feels like if I don't get to go there ever again. You never know what the future holds," I told him with a small shrug.
"I know. Just call me if things go south. I'll be there before you know it."
I smiled at him. In life it was good to have someone who you can rely on and who will always have your back.
The only thing was that the person can be trusted. We stayed silent for a few more minutes just looking out when two black cars pulled up.
One of the car doors opened and I saw Mordechai waiting in the back. I hugged Devin once more before taking my suitcase and going towards the car.
The trunk opened and after placing my suitcase inside, I entered the car. I closed the door before fiddling with my fingers.
"Morning," I said as I glanced his way but he didn't reply.
Instead he continued strolling through his phone. I groaned inwardly before relaxing in the seat. We haven't even reached a good distance and he was being mean. I hope I don't regret this trip.
The ride was silent and quite boring to be honest so I took out my phone and my earphones before listening to some music. I closed my eyes as I let the melody of these songs consume me.
Half-way through one of my favourite songs my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller and saw that it was Franco. I groaned before declining the call and went back to listening my music.
I was about to close my eyes when I felt a hand touched my arm. I looked at Mordechai and saw that he wanted to say something to me.
I took out my earphones and stopped the music before giving him my attention. I Didn't even thought he noticed me since he refused to answer me this morning.
"Are you guys together?" he asked as he turned his phone off and looked at me.
"Definitely not," I replied, recalling the past events with Franco. I hated him with a passion and I don't want to ever see him again.
"You don't have to lie Vanessa. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with being with someone," he said. I looked at him with a blank face.
He wasn't serious. He actually thought I was lying.
"First of all, I'm not a liar and besides, there's nothing to lie about. What's it to you anyways? As far as I'm concerned, it's none of your business who I date," I stated to him before turning my head away.
He hummed for a few seconds before going back to his phone. He had nothing to say? He wasn't the one to back down and it was clear I said something that struck a nerve of his.
I relaxed once more in my seat as I tried to block out some annoying thoughts. I hate it when you don't want to think about something but your mind has different plans.
I closed my eyes as I tried to stay calm and relaxed for the rest of the car ride.
We drove for what felt like hours before a jet came into view. It was the first time I've seen one up so close and it was quite the sight.
Once we exited the car, I pulled my suitcase along as I followed behind Mordechai who was still on his phone. He better hope he doesn't trip and fall because I wouldn't be the one to help him up. Well, he wouldn't need my help anyways. He's disgusted by low status people.
I walked up the stairs and I felt as if this moment needed to be captured so I took out my phone and snapped a pic. I wasn't the one to usually take photos but I needed this.
Once finished, I went inside and after putting away my suitcase I sat down and fastened my seatbelt. Mordechai was on the other side of the jet and was still on his phone.
Probably texting Tiffany.
Why did I just think that? I could care less what business he was doing on his phone. This flight was going to be quite long and the jet hasn't taken off yet so I got up and went to the bathroom. The inside was quite nice. I did my business before flushing the toilet and washing my hands. I looked in the mirror at my reflection.
I was a strong woman. I had endured more than I ever thought possible, yet here I was, still pushing through. Every setback, every heartbreak, every wrong turn had shaped me into who I was today.
If it weren't for the choices I made, the risks I took, I wouldn't even be on this flight to Paris, heading toward something new, something unknown.
Everything happens for a reason, it always does. Even when that reason isn't clear in the moment, even when life seems cruel or unfair, there's always a thread connecting it all.
Sometimes it takes time to see it, and sometimes you only understand in hindsight. But the struggles, the pain, the triumphs, they all lead you somewhere.
They all make you stronger.
I left the bathroom and went back to my seat before buckling up. A few seconds later, the jet started to take off and I felt some sort of thrill and excitement because my nerves were going haywire.
Mordechai got up before coming over to my side and taking a seat in front of me. After fastening his seatbelt he crossed his legs as he stared at me.
Okay then.
I patted my fingers against my legs as I stared out the window at the beautiful view.
"I need you to take notes," he said with a blank expression.
I looked at him for a good ten seconds before realizing what needed to be done so I got up and went inside the pocket of my suitcase. I pulled out my mini journal and my pen before sitting back down.
"Tomorrow I have a small meeting with Mr. Camren but you won't be accompanying me," he said. I wrote it down before looking up at him.
"Why won't I be going with you?" I asked but he just shrugged it off.
"I have my reasons. Next, Monday is the big meeting and you will be attending. Keep in mind that my dad will be there and many other important people, so don't try to challenge me and make me look bad. It won't end well for you."
He was trying to intimidate me but I was use to it by now. Just imagine me challenging him in front of so many VIPs.
He would throw a fit but then again it probably won't end well for me as he says. I watched as he got up before going back to where he was.
I sighed, letting myself relax and closing my eyes. I was surprised I didn't feel any sickness, considering it was my first time in the air.
Not that it was a bad thing. I definitely didn't want to be throwing up non-stop.
I kept my eyes closed, taking slow, steady breaths, but the unsettling feeling in my gut refused to fade. Monday was looming over me, and I couldn't shake the thought of what awaited.
Being in the same room as Mordechai alone was nerve-wracking enough, but adding his father into the mix? That was a whole different level. From what I'd seen, the man had a temper that could make grown men falter, and I wasn't exactly feeling brave right now.
My mind wandered to all the possibilities. Would the meeting be civil? Polite conversation masking a hidden agenda? Or would tensions rise, forcing me to navigate carefully between the two powerful men? I had no idea what to expect, and that uncertainty gnawed at me.
But that was life, full of moments that pushed you out of your comfort zone, moments that forced you to face people, places, and feelings you weren't prepared for.
Maybe this was one of those moments. Maybe this meeting, with all its potential pitfalls, was going to challenge me in ways I hadn't anticipated.
I shook my head slightly and pressed my hands against my face. I couldn't dwell on it now.
I needed sleep. Monday could wait, but for now, all I needed was to let my body rest and my mind drift away from the storm that was surely brewing ahead.