Chapter 893 Encounter on the plane
“Are you a writer?”
The sudden low voice in his ear made Jack subconsciously close his laptop, but when he looked up, he saw that he had eaten something. Startled.
I saw a beautiful girl with big eyes curiously stretching her little head towards the seat next to her. The sweet smile on her face was filled with curiosity and exploration, and she quietly covered her mouth with her hand when she spoke. Side, with a mysterious look.
Not all airline flights have first-class cabins, and not all first-class cabins on flights will give you a comfortable big bed like Emirates or Singapore Airlines.
For example, the Airbus A350-900 of Delta Air Lines that Jack is currently flying on does not have a true first class cabin. Instead, it has a premium business class called "DeltaOne".
To put it bluntly, it is business class with slightly better seats and services. It is between real business class and first class. The seat style is very different from the business class where Jack took the high-speed rail in China.
Jack is not so pretentious that he doesn't want to go to the economy class just because he just made a lot of money. He simply wants to have a quiet and private environment that allows him to have time to code.
After all, as a non-famous writer who already has a best-selling detective novel, Jack still has some idol baggage, especially because he doesn’t want to be known that he is still writing some "indecent" novels.
What's more, the environment in economy class is really not suitable for calming down and typing on the keyboard. You have to spend more than ten hours on the plane from Seoul to New York, so you can't just waste it.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact that he had been following Ma Xidao every night for a few days, causing Justin to press for manuscripts and threaten to hack all his electronic devices.
"I'm sorry, did the sound of my typing disturb you?"
Jack politely apologized first. He had been "brimming with thoughts" for a while, and he was typing at a really fast speed. It was so fast that he almost left an afterimage on the keyboard after typing it.
Then his pupils involuntarily shrank slightly, because the girl in the next seat looked more and more familiar to him after she lowered her hand.
If there is any Hollywood actress that Jack has an impression of in his previous life that can rival Alexandra Daddario’s big sapphire blue eyes, it is probably Anne Heather. Violet.
In Eastern aesthetics, big eyes are a plus, but a mouth that is too big is a minus in most cases. For example, Jack doesn’t really like Angelina Jolie’s big mouth and so-called sexy thick lips. .
But the mouth shape of the same proportion does not feel out of place on Anne Hathaway's face, especially when this girl smiles, it makes people feel extremely sweet.
Of course, what surprised Jack at this moment was not that the girl in front of him looked the same as Anne Hathaway when she starred in "The Princess Diaries", but that it reminded him subconsciously of the last time he met on the plane. What happened to some "familiar" faces in the previous life, there shouldn't be any trouble on this flight.
He began to think hard in his mind whether Anne Hathaway had appeared in any damn disaster movie. He subconsciously turned his head and looked out the window. The weather outside the stratosphere was as good as ever. The clouds below looked It's quite normal.
"Huh? It has nothing to do with you. I just... uh... damn, to be honest, I'm just jealous."
The girl said and pointed to the side in front of her. Jack leaned forward slightly and saw that there was also a laptop placed on the table in front of her. A blank WORD text was displayed on the screen, but there was no title on it. None.
It has been almost three hours since getting on the plane. Jack has been concentrating on typing and not paying much attention to the passengers around him.
But if he puts himself in his shoes, he can understand the girl's mood at the moment. He is so stuck that he is dying, and looking at the guy next to him who keeps typing on the keyboard, he can't help but feel depressed.
"Jack Tavole is barely a part-time writer."
Seeing that the girl was a little embarrassed, Jack took the initiative to extend his hand and introduced himself.
"Angelia Sykes, my dream is to become a columnist or a reporter who digs up current affairs news. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your train of thought."
The girl extended her hand apologetically. He shook hands with Jack, his long and slender fingers were impressive.
Jack turned around in his mind a few times and confirmed that the name did not belong to any heroine in any aerial disaster movie he knew, and he was slightly relieved.
"It's okay, it's time to take a rest."
Jack reached out and asked the stewardess for another glass of iced Coke. Proper intake of sugar can help the brain think.
Since the beautiful girl had taken the initiative to talk to him, Jack naturally tried not to make the atmosphere too awkward. He followed the girl's example and tilted his head slightly, asking in a low voice at a volume that would not affect the others.
“So, what you are saying is that your dream has not been realized yet?”
“At least it is far from my goal when I graduated from Northwestern University. I am now working as a part-time job in a fashion magazine. , serving as Miranda Presley’s assistant.”
The girl pursed her lips and twitched her lips, her tone was quite self-deprecating and she was on the verge of tears. "I haven't written anything seriously for half a year. I finally have some time today, but I can't even type a word on the computer."
The United States also has Northwestern University in Illinois. Its Medill School of Journalism is recognized as one of the best journalism schools in the United States, second only to Columbia University School of Journalism, where Tyler Kelly graduated.
"Uh, sorry, I know almost nothing about the fashion world. Who is Miranda Presley?" From the girl's tone, she seemed to be a very well-known figure.
However, this question was not answered until Jack got off the plane. This person named Angelia Sykes seemed to be quite happy with his ignorance in this regard, and directly turned the topic to writing skills.
The two of them chatted intermittently for a long time. It can only be said that this girl is indeed a journalist, and she started talking non-stop.
Talking about writing skills, I once served as the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper and won first place in the national college journalist competition. After graduation, I came to New York to pursue my dream.
But after she came to New York, she sent out numerous resumes, but all came to nothing. In the end, she could only choose between "Auto World" magazine and the current "Runway" fashion magazine.
In the end, he made a mistake, and now he is bullied by a super difficult boss to live a life worse than death.
Jack looked at the Chanel jacket she was wearing and the Valentino handbag next to her, and thought to himself that there must be a lot of girls rushing to live such a life that would be worse than death.
Seemingly reading someone's thoughts, Angelia Sykes took the handbag, took out two beautiful cards from it and handed them to Jack.
“Probably only my underwear belongs to me. The rest are given to magazines by various fashion brands. In theory, I have to return them after wearing them.”
The girl said and winked at him slyly, "But this may be one of the few benefits I get from doing this job. Please be sure to accept it as compensation for disturbing your writing."
Jack unfolded the card and saw that it was a VIP invitation from the famous fashion brand "Prada"'s last catwalk show in New York Fashion Week. The so-called VIP invitation refers to the seats in the third row from the T stage.
New York Fashion Week is held twice a year, one in February and one in September, lasting from one week to nine days.
For catwalk shows of big brands like "Prada", the first two rows are reserved for celebrities and editors-in-chief of major fashion magazines. These two invitations to the third row seats are quite valuable.
Although Jack didn't know this, he also knew that this thing might not be easy to get, so he also took out his FBI business card.
"As I said just now, I am just a part-time writer. This is my real profession. If you encounter any trouble in New York in the future, you can call me, but I sincerely hope you will not use this business card."< br>
Angelia Sykes covered her mouth in surprise, her big eyes full of disbelief. After a while, she lowered her voice and whispered, "You are the most handsome federal agent I have ever seen."< br>
“Isn’t he the most handsome writer?” Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Then what is your work?" The girl probed her head again to take a look at Jack's computer screen.
“Have you seen Jack Reacher?”
"No, is it an autobiography? You are indeed very narcissistic."
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"Aha, Miranda Presley, from Paris to New York, this name is unknown to anyone." I don’t know, well, at least that’s how it is in the fashion world.”
Danny Regan happily took the gift box from Jack and opened it, but frowned when he saw the Korean ginseng inside. What the hell? Dried radish?”
“Don’t be so clueless, Danny, I’ll ask Linda to add some when you make the chicken soup. I guarantee it will be more effective than wolfberry. If you don’t like it, I can give it to you. You change it to kimchi.”
Jack tried to take it back, but Danny snatched it away and put it in the trunk of the car like a treasure.
"So you met a 'Miranda girl' on the plane, and she gave you two invitations to New York Fashion Week?" Danny continued the previous topic as he drove away from the airport.
"What is a Miranda girl? It sounds like you know a lot about the fashion industry?" A series of question marks popped up on Jack's head.
“Linda’s sister has been involved in the fashion industry all year round and is obsessed with training her daughter to become a famous model, so even if I don’t want to know there are some things I can’t avoid chatting at, you know.
Miranda Presley is known as the "Devil" in the New York fashion circle. It is said that she is very mean. She has fired hundreds if not thousands of assistants, but those girls who are eager to enter the fashion circle are still Desperate to be a 'Miranda Girl' ”
After listening to Danny's explanation, Jack suddenly realized that this was the plot of the movie "The Devil Wears Prada". No wonder he met a girl who looked exactly like the young version of Anne Hathaway.
(End of this chapter)