He owned a freaking jet, just how rich was he exactly, it seems I forgot he was a billionaire.
" You own this?" I asked him and he nodded as we both climbed up the stairs.
We got onto the plane and I made myself comfortable at a distance away from Mr. Vincenzo but he called me back to come take the sit in front of him.
" Miss Westbrook don't sit so far, I need you to take down notes of something for me," He said and I grudgingly got up from where I was seated and came to sit in front of him.
" Much better," He said as he looked up at me with a smile.
The flight to New Jersey was tiring, several times I'd feel Mr. Vincenzo staring at me but when I turned to him he had his eyes somewhere else and it was like I was imagining everything.
When we got to New Jersey we went to a five-star h
