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|44| 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℯ𝓍𝓅ℯ𝒸𝓉?

I wake up early, I have to because of my
job, I'm the CEO of a multi-million
dollar company and thousands of people.
I oversee business exchanges and
deals, attend meetings, and sign contracts.

But not today, today is my day off,
I'm in Russia, unfortunately
in Aleksander and Marceline's house,
I'd rather that than have to work.

Actually, I'm undecided.

"Fuck off!" I shout, putting the pillow over
my head so I don't have to hear the noise,
not that it works.

"I'm opening the goddamn door!"
He growls, angry at me for something,
or taking it out on me; not that I care.

As he told me, he opens the door,
marching up to the bed, hands shaking,
hair messier than I have ever seen it.

Shirtless, showing his chest and
the many tattoos painting his skin.

"She's gone, I don't know where she went, nobody knows anything, and he's dead,
she killed him, and she took it- I'm trying
to figure out what to do, I'm suffocating,
why isn't she here? I kept the file
for the right reasons, I wanted to prevent-"

I sit up and throw the covers off;
he's shaking, like
he's cold or getting electrocuted.

He starts pacing, moving his hair
back, still not enough to fix it.

The rational side of my brain clicks in
and I decide it's better to push
my anger to the side and focus on this.
"What happened, try to breathe first."

He shoots me a glare and stops at the end
of the bed "Did you fucking
know they were leaving? Did you know
she was trying to leave me?!" I scoff and
stand up, he tries to tower over
me but I'm not intimidated by his height.

"No, I didn't know any plans," I answer,
I will get better answers and results
if I control my temper and listen to him.

People normally reveal the truth when
they're angry; I appreciate that honesty,
even if it comes in the form of yelling.

"Were they planning this together?
They had to have been, they both took
the jet, meaning we have to take yours."

I definitely didn't agree with that, I will
still let him continue these delusions.

"She killed one of my men, then got
on the jet with your boyfriend and flew somewhere, with him." I roll
my eyes and cross my arms, running
my hand against myself to stay warm.

The main problem is getting to her,
I believe she went to America;
after her little breakdown about Marco,
it would be the first stop in her journey.

"We need to go to America, more
specifically New York," surprisingly he
doesn't question me, he runs out of the
door, either toward his room or the tarmac.

I don't really have to pack anything, I will probably be back here when we find them.

I grab my phone, purse, and shoes,
heading toward the bathroom.

Even though this whole situation is a
waste of my energy and time;
I'm entertaining it, I'm also partially the reason she left so it's somewhat my fault.

After I brush my teeth and take off
my sleep bonnet, making sure my hair
looks good, I pull over a coat and pants before heading toward the front door.

"Finally, you do realize the world
doesn't wait on you!"
he complains, throwing his hands up
"Not the world, but you clearly do"

He clenches his jaw and glares.