-Eleonora-

Being rich has its perks it's not a lie and everyone knows. I was wealthy but not this kind of wealthy. This is probably the first time I am on a private jet and it's freaking awesome, is so elegant and expensive.

I love it.

I never knew that planes could have upper windows, I was amazed by all of this although my neck hurt from looking up I couldn't just not look at the clouds.

"Stop doing that" I heard Blaze say from the other side of the plane, he was on the opposite side, and we were sat in diagonal seats, he wasn't in front of me but at my left a bit to the front so I could see him perfectly and vice-versa. "Doesn't your neck hurt?"

"Nope" I lied looking at the soft clouds above us

"I know it hurts. Stop it" he demanded

"It doesn't"

"You've been like that for almost an hour" he clarified making me groan

"Fine" I tilted my head to the front and then to the sides, I was clearly with some neck pain but nothing to worry about. I saw him looking at his tablet probably working like always, I wonder how the hell he manages to always be working.

"How can you not look up at the clouds? " I asked "At night must be pretty right? With the stars ?"

"Probably" he said shrugging his shoulders and not taking his eyes off the screen

"Probably? Have you never seen it?"

"I never paid much attention to it" How can he not pay attention to it?? It just takes him 5 seconds if the bodyguards weren't here I would've smacked his face. Yeah, he brought bodyguards and left Connor...pretty weird I know it's a big change.

"Then why did you spend money on it?" I asked intrigued

"Natural light is better to work" he answers

"Wow you are a really sad person" I noted, he finally took a look at me with a raised eyebrow "How can you not take 5 seconds to look up at the stars or the clouds?"

"I have things to do" he explained "I have work"

"You always have work. Do you work or do you just pretend?"

"What do you mean?"

"You never seemed to have free time so, you must have a great amount of work or you simply don't do anything and you say you work"

"I am the CEO of one of the biggest -probably biggest by next month- companies in all of America, it's obvious I am always working. I am only one and everything that goes on in Maxwell Inc. passes through me, I know everything, I fix everything, I command everything, nothing goes around without my consent, I am the brain of the whole company, and of course I am always working" he explained in some anger I must add

"Still I think that it's just a simple excuse," I said

He let out a frustrated sigh not believing my words "Why is that?"

"If you wanted to take some time off of your work you would but you don't, because you really don't have anything else to do. You like to work so you work and work and you just don't bother gathering free time because you simply don't want it." I said shrugging my shoulders, he didn't respond his eyes were locked on mine but for some reason, I think he wasn't looking at me he was just lost in his mind a speck of emotion seemed to cross his face it looked like...sadness

"You don't know anything about my work" He said, whatever was going on in his head simply vanished and he became again the cold Blaze I knew, with an emotionless face on "Speaking in work" he handed me some papers stapled, I reached out to them wondering what it was.

"What is it?"

"Information" I looked at the papers it was recipes and documents of affiliations and past products that Bourbon Wine released, a whole portfolio of the Wine Company story. "You should know that"

"I am not reading all this. They wanted to know me, and they knew perfectly well that I did know anything about the company or them" I said scanning the information Blaze gathered about Mr. and Mrs. Brocatto

"It's important to know who you want to work with"

"You did biography files again?" I asked but it wasn't a question it was more like a statement that got me stunned at his way of dealing with people. "I don't know till what point gathering somebody's personal information is illegal, I think that in some way this is probably a crime" I said scanning through the papers

I wonder if this was his way of knowing people..Did he at some point make a file about me?

"They had a son?" I questioned. The information was very blank it said they had a son but no name was there neither name nor additional information, did he die?

"Yes, I couldn't find anything else about him. It doesn't really matter either he is not important to the job"

"You need to meet the people who you want to work with. They are not some files and biographies, Blaze. They are people who had a son, but they covered everything about him. something happened..."

"I know, Eleonora. I know every single person I make a deal with. I know what they do, where they live, what they think of the job, what they want with the job, how much money are they hoping to make, and how many they have" he explained

"Well, I guess you're way of knowing people is different than mine" I mentioned "When I meet future clients I talk with them like people not as machines to give me all the possible data I want"

"I meet my clients I have several reunions..." he said then stopped himself while frowning his eyebrows "are you questioning my working ethic again?"

"No, maybe... I am just saying we have different ways to reach our clients. I actually care about them, I try to get to know them as possible I can it makes my work easy and actually builds a bond between people. It's not like I have to be friends with every client I have but it's good to know people specially with who your working with I mean their story, their personality, not which bank they use or which provinces they have" I explained, he stood there looking at me with doubt all over his face, he really sucked at human interaction.

"I have my way and that way as guided me here, to success, and you are where?" he questioned, what a little bastard

"Oh wow very mature of you" I said "That's childish of you"

"It's the harsh truth. I use my ways because they never let me down. You can approach them the way you want but your main priority is to pursue them into being our partners" he declared "that's the only thing you have to focus on"

"Fine" I simply said looking up again at the white clouds. This is going to be a long weekend

The flight was about 8 hours and 20 minutes, we left at 4:45 pm so we should arrive around 7 in the morning. And if I don't sleep I can see the stars.

- - -

Shame on me.

We arrived and I didn't see the stars in the beautiful night sky through the amazing top window on this luxury jet so I did the necessary I pouted till my way to the car.

After some time we arrived at our hotel, it looked like a whole castle inside, walls full of what it seemed ancient paintings, very Baroque to me.

"Mr.Maxwell did you enjoyed your flight?" a man with a weird mustache asked I looked at his clothes and my eyes stumbled on the golden plate with Concierge on it.

Wow. We must be really important we did even get to the reception. The mustache man guided us to a very pretty golden elevator with took us to the 7th floor, there he showed us our room. After Blaze talked to him I left my bags on the floor and searched the room.

There was a nice living room, on the next door a big bedroom which I totally did not appreciate but to compensate the bathroom was awesome.

I found myself looking at the big painting in the ceiling and getting scared about as long as I kept looking at it.

"Are you unpacking?" he asked caughting my attention

"No! Can we change of rooms?" I asked while looking at the weird fat little man on the ceiling

"No. I already paid for it" he stated

"Still... Can we change?"

"No"

"I am not sleeping on a levitating bed with two fat little guys with winds penetrating my soul while I sleep" I said that's when he looks up and catches the painting of two angels looking down at the bed.

"If you close your eyes they are not there anymore, think like that" he smiled walking with some clothes in one hand and a towel in other

"That doesn't solve it. They are still there"

"I didn't say they would magically disappear" he commented closing the bathroom door. I looked around the bedroom, who decorated this? It was awful and scary. I want to go home.

I could use some sleep from all this jet lag as I did, but in the couch I don't like these two kids looking at me weirdly. Sadly I woke up with the annoying sound of Blaze's voice

"We will leave in an hour then" I heard him say from the bedroom. In an hour? I can't get ready in an hour! Shit. I quickly walked more like ran to the bedroom searching for my trolley bag. I took the makeup bag, quickly searched for the white dress

I sensed his eyes on me "Yes we have everything, Connor. I will send you the details when I arrive there"

"HA HA!" I exclaimed happily with the white dress now in hand, I ran to the bathroom and closed the door. Ok, one hour! Take a quick bath, do make-up and hair and then shoes. Can I do it? I better... Otherwise Mr.Machine will start to shout and annoy me.

- - -

"15 minutes" Blaze warned from the outside

I was dressed and my hair was done, I was fixing some minor issues on the makeup. I did something simple because I didn't have too much time.

I did a brown smoky eyeliner with eyeshadow giving the perfect extension to my eye, I covered some imperfections with concealer, I didn't put on any base, I applied highlight on my nose under the eyebrows on the top of my mouth and cheeks. To finish a few blush, mascara and light pink nude eyeshadow with a touch of shiny white at the corner of my eye. For the lipstick I did some contouring and then gloss.

"5 minutes!" he shouted again, I got out of the bathroom hurriedly putting my earrings trying to search for my white high heels.

"3 minutes" he said, sitting on the chair in the porch outside

I grabbed the high heels and wore them while scanning everything in my little shoulder bag.

"1 minute"

Shit. Where is my wallet?! I was scanning through everything recklessly since I had a personal chronometer just to myself. He got of the porch entering our bedroom "30 seconds"

See? What I deal with constantly? I've been dealing with him for 96 days only 1000 more to go

"10 seconds"

"Oh shut up!" I shouted looking finally at him, his eyes drove to me "I am ready ok? LET'S GO!" I said angrily putting the bag over my shoulder, his eyes quickly scanned me.

I walked away opening the door meeting the two bodyguards. "Let's go drink some wine"