[03] Spending Another Christmas with the Hot Emo Delinquent?

"Nathan, phone."

"Which one?"

"Oh she just hang up. Our office manager is having some trouble back in the U.S. She says that your dogs are terrorizing the...office?" Alicia says, sounding perplexed. "What the hell is she talking about? I don't have any dogs. Can't they deal with whatever weird thing they came up with themselves for god's sakes?"

"Oh and your secretary also reminded you that you've got lots of meetings with...Ekstrom Media, your lawyers, and The Purple Monkey Publications. Addison called said that your father is making a fuss out of a small thing again."

Addison.

Shit, he thought. "Don't tell me you forgot that you have a sister?"

"Half," Nathan bark. He still couldn't quite believe it. There were dishes being thrown as the two of them sat side by side in awkward silence, watching the colorful dishes and vases exploded. Much like a firework.

And that's when the divorce was made.

That was around 4 years ago and Nathan still remember it perfectly. He knew his father was sleeping around. But never in his life did he expect him to have another baby. "Need me to book you a flight?" she asks sheepishly, pulling Nathan out of his trance.

"But..." he trails off. Finally sighing, he walk briskly towards the exit. "Yeah and make sure not to burn this place to the ground."

"Jack would probably do that first," Alicia sniggers, flashing Jack a sneaky stare and he rolls his eyes.

* * *

There's no one in the business class except for a snoring executive and a nervous-looking woman. Nathan is sitting on one of the posh, dark blue seats that for some reason is so ridiculously comfortable.

He stares at his laptop for a moment or two before finally deciding that he have no mood to do work or to prepare anything for the Ekstrom Media, one of their biggest clients. Without those big guns, Nathan's company wouldn't be what it is today.

"Champagne, sir?" an air stewardess asks smoothly, a bit of a Scottish accent in her voice. One of life pleasures, Nathan muses. "We have the finest selection of Moet...holy SHIT!"

Nathan jumped, looking up from his laptop to see why the air stewardess suddenly react that way. The nervous woman glances over to us, becoming more nervous. Suddenly, the air stewardess' fingers grabbed his jaw and turn his head to her.

"What the fuck?!" Nathan hisses angrily but stop when he sees her. "Keira?"

"Nathan. Nathan Bradley! Is that you?"

"Keira I can't talk much like this," says Nathan and she instantly let go, a shy look passes through her face. "You look amazing. I barely even recognize you without all of that piercings," Keira jokes and despite himself, Nathan grins.

He turns his head a bit so she could see the side of his face. "Ah fuck," she curses, laughing as she touches the ruby piercing on his ear lobe. "I know it's stupid, but in one way or another I'm attached to these piercings."

He removes the piercing and tuck it inside his pocket. "Don't you look fab?" she gushes, sitting on the armrest. "What were you doing in London?"

"Work," he says warily. The reunion came way too fast and he's actually lost for words as he soon realizes that Keira might still know Charlotte. Keira raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really," he laughs. "I'm in the PR industry now. And you..."

"Head stewardess for this flight," she says proudly. "I'll be heading back to London, of course. Charlotte can get pretty messy with the flat now that she's busy with her life and all," she sighs. "But we all are now aren't we?"

Nathan have a feeling that she deliberately included Charlotte in this conversation to see how he reacts. And shamefully, it works. "Charlotte huh?" Nathan mutters, his voice sounding all weird and high-pitched. He clears his throat.

"Yup. We're flatmates," she says. "Er, you mean apartment?"

"Flats."

The corner of his lips twitches to see the same stubborn Keira inside that tall, elegant woman. "Maybe we could get together sometime," she says. "Get to know what we've been up to for all of these years. Charlotte would love that."

"She would?" Nathan quips, sounding rather hopeful. She laughs and nods. "Wow, after all of these years Nathan, you still have that boyish look on your face whenever you think about her. It's amazing that you still remember her."

"How could I?" he mutters, rubbing his temple. Keira pats his back, flashing him a huge grin. "When will you be in London?"

"Around this week," he says, giving her a forced smile. He's getting pretty sick of flying. "I have lots to do this year in London, that's for sure."

Suddenly an IM pings on his laptop. It's from Jack.

Jack says: YO NATHAN! Why don't we open an office in Australia?
Nathan says: Come up with these stupid ideas again Jack I'll make sure to castrate you. Are you being serious right now? We haven't even started on the London office yet!
Jack says: Aww but there's hot chiiicks....
Nathan says: You're being ridiculous. Are you drunk?

"Oh and if you can't find a good place to stay at, we have a guest room. I mean, who likes to stay at hotels?" Keira says, winking at him. "But hopefully, if you do stay with us, then I think you would spend your time in...someone's else bedroom than the guest room."

Nathan shot Keira a glare. "Since when did you get so dirty?"

She got up and walk away...without pouring him a flute of champagne.