"I thought you enjoyed your personal space, Sir." I said when we sat down on our seats and the plane had just taken off. Honestly, this wasn't my first time flying in a plane. But it was definitely my first time travelling with Mr. Atticus.
"I love my personal space, Miss Wilson. What do you wish to insinuate?" Mr. Atticus asked me.
"Absolutely nothing, Sir." I said sitting beside him and people around us looked at him. After all, he had fifteen people around him, asking for his well being and his needs. It was as if he owned the plane. But he didn't.
He didn't own any jet. But people sensed the power and authority he had. He was Pheonix Atticus, after all. Some people recognised him from his pictures from the newspapers while some worked in his company, in different country.
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