Chapter 893: Encounter on the plane

Chapter 893: Encounter on the plane

"Are you a writer?"

The sudden whisper of a question in his ears made Jack subconsciously close his laptop. When he looked up, he was surprised.

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 inquiry. She quietly covered her mouth with her hand when she spoke, looking mysterious. Secret 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 actually have a first class cabin. Instead, it has a premium business class called "Delta One".

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 was not so pretentious that he didn't want to go to the economy class just because he had just made a lot of money. He simply wanted to have a quiet and private environment that allowed 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.

"Sorry, did the sound of my typing disturb you?"

Jack apologized politely first. He had been "brimming with thoughts" for a while, and his typing speed was indeed a bit fast, and his keyboard almost left an afterimage after typing.

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 anyone who can rival Alexandra Daddario's big sapphire blue eyes among the Hollywood actresses who impressed Jack in his previous life, it is probably Anne Hathaway.

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 exactly like Anne Hathaway when she starred in "The Princess Diaries", but that it reminded him subconsciously of the last time he met someone "familiar" from his previous life on a plane. Looking at what happened when I was face-to-face, there shouldn't be any trouble on this flight.

He began to think hard in his mind whether Anne Hathaway had starred in some damn disaster movie, and then subconsciously turned his head and glanced out the window. The weather outside the stratosphere was as good as ever, and the clouds below looked normal.

"Huh? It has nothing to do with you. I'm 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. nothing.

It has been almost three hours since he got on the plane. Jack has been concentrating on typing and not paying much attention to the passengers around him.

However, 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 watching the guy next to him keep typing on the keyboard, he can't help but feel depressed.

"Jake Tavole, barely a part-time writer."

Seeing that the girl was a little embarrassed, Jack reached out and introduced himself.

"Angelia Sykes, my dream is to be a columnist or a reporter who digs up current affairs news. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your train of thought."

With an apologetic look on her face, the girl reached out and shook Jack's hand. Her 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 felt 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 helps the brain think.

Since he was being approached by a beautiful girl, 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're saying is that your dream hasn't come true yet?"

"At least a far cry from where I was when I graduated from Northwestern University, where I'm now working as an assistant at a fashion magazine as Miranda Presley's assistant."

The girl pursed her lips and twitched the corners of her mouth again, her tone was quite self-deprecating and she was on the verge of crying.

"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 in low voices on and off 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-to-maintain boss and his life is 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 vying to live such a life that would be worse than death.

As if she saw 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 took a look and found 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. The invitations for these two 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."

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."

"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 ever watched Jack Reacher?"

"No, is it an autobiography? You are indeed very narcissistic."

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"Aha, Miranda Presley, everyone from Paris to New York knows this name, well, at least 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 is this? Dried radish?"

"Don't be so ignorant, Danny. Ask Linda to add some when you make chicken soup later. I guarantee it will be more effective than wolfberry. If you don't like it, I can replace it with 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 in Jack's head.

"Linda's sister has been involved in the fashion industry all year round and is obsessed with raising her daughter to be a famous model, so even if I don't want to know some things, there are always chats at parties that I can't avoid, 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 interested in becoming one. The so-called 'Miranda girls' flocked to her. "

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.