NY to LON

Daniel had always hated overnight flight but he was feeling quite content, knowing that Betty asleep by his side. Elsewhere the dark cabin was full sleeping people; yet he was awake working at computer, on his editorial piece for Mode. Except he couldn't think, he is a nervous flyer, a fact he would never admitted - especially to Betty. The soft glow from the laptop caught Betty soft smooth skin of Betty's hand. Daniel found himself enchanted lost in deep thought, his eye roved to the smallest details of her nails, her slender wrist and her smooth arms. Somewhere unbeknown to him, he develops an urge to touch her skin.

"Daniel, Tried and sleep... We have got big day tomorrow" said a sleepy Betty half yawning, yanking down her small pillow - resting it upon Daniel.

"Yeah, I know – I am trying to get some work done?" Daniel tried to remain serious, stopping himself from beaming at Betty, yet a small smile escape from corner of his mouth.

"I know" rubbing his arm with affection, showing their friendship had grown with loyalty and trust. Betty gradually fell asleep again. Daniel found himself holding her hand, stroking his fingers across her fingers. The New York flight was London bound, a new possibility for new Meade's Magazine and new possibility for Betty heading the new Mode Magazine: UK edition. His pang of sweat broke across his forehead, his stomach tighten with anxiety of the thought of losing to Betty to the other side of the Atlantic. Potentially Betty could be a thousand miles away from him. Although he put her forward for the new job, he soon regretted his choice, since he had suffered from myriad of emotion. Ranging from joy to witnessing her close family connection at the departure gate, feeling weaken at the knees over her slightest bit of her smiles, yet he also experience his intense raging jealously so much as another man glance in her direction. Yet, Betty is his best friend, she deserve a chance making her dream come true, he could never stand in way of that.

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"Betty could you come into my office for moment" holding his phone to his ear, glancing at Betty through the oval glass.

"Sure" throwing a look back through the window, a quite puzzle look, he had learnt to read her looks. Betty had been his side for over three years now; He felt it was time for her to move on and up. Betty seated herself on an orange seat in front of his desk, with notepad at the ready.

"Could you take notes please!"

"Yep, go ahead"

"Need you to draws up some contract for new position in London, you know our new Mode in London "

"Right... You not advertise the position yet"

"I know, I don't need to, I have got the perfect person for the job, if she'll take the job"

"Oh right... Who?" Betty looking slightly hurt that she has been left out of the loop for the hunt for the new position, she had so many people in mind for the job.

"You... Betty"

"Me... Betty" Her face moved from hurt to puzzlement and back to confuse.

"Yes... it not a joke" smiling at her, trying to reassure her of no pranks. But he was already having second thought about it, nobody bring coffee like the way Betty does but she is better than that. No Betty the best person for the job, she know my job inside out, she could run both magazine if she wanted to. He could see Betty body tensing up, her head looking down, oh no she upsets, shit please don't cry but instead she lifted her head up into a large smile. Her smile - He had never seen her so happy. She moved around to his side of the deck, giving him big hug.

"Thank You so much, it means the world to me, I won't let you down... who would have imagine it – a girl from Queens heading up a magazine in London, fashion capital of the world"

"Go on, go and ring your family!" Small smile fix to his face, stopping himself from breaking into a panic. As Betty moved through to her desk, small patch of sweat broke out on Daniel forehead. He still felt the warmth of her hug, his heart pace quicken as he watch Betty on the phone, trying to control his breathing. What is happening to him? He was losing control, he wanted the best for Betty but he also did want to lose her.