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Oh My God! I couldn't believe what was happening. In just a few days time I would be whisked off in a 747 to Washington D.C just to find a man a new house. I mean don't get me wrong I would love to finally get out of Manchester, where that stupid, idiotic, pitiful excuse for a man was making me work. I swear down, he is so annoying!

Oh excuse me for my rude behaviour, my name is Malencia Jordan Nutini, private house buyer in the firm 'Dream Homez' to the rich people of the world, but as long as they have the money for the house and for my services, it usually doesn't bother me. I grew up in Manchester, England and have only ever been out of it in my 'youth years' if you could even call it that. I went to Florida a couple of times with my family but was only for business. Which brings me to my new assignment. To find a house for a Mr. Batista and his 3 girls. How much do I have as a guideline? $2.1 million! How in the days am I, a bland British girl, who has only ever seen a house for sale at £750,000 going to find a house in America for the amount of money I am being told to spend. I don't even know where to look!

Anyway, so here I am now in my massive £1.5 million mansion in the middle of no-where packing for the flight. I decided to travel light and wash the items I have with me whenever I need to. To me, light means 10 full outfits and 10 different pairs of shoes. 2 formal, 1 tracksuit, 3 shirts and jeans, a skirt and halter top, a party dress, and my bikini.
My shoes have to be mentioned other wise the shoe gods will strike me down where I stand. I have 6 pairs of boots, mostly flat coz I can imagine I will be walking around all day, a pair of Sandals and 3 pairs of Sketchers trainers. I don't care what anyone says to me I am so taking my trainers with me! End of the line for anyone who tells me to leave them. After I finished packing I decided to take a walk around my beautiful British home. I didn't pay for it. It was my dads before he moved to Australia with mum. He didn't want to sell this house and I didn't want to move, so I took it. And I'm so glad I did. The outside was more important to me than the inside though. In the grounds, were my babies. My horses. All-in-all there's 15 of them, but some stick out more than others. Dave, the 4 year old bay Clydesdale. The biggest and yet the softest one out of all of them. The only one that has never bit me, even during Tacking up. I'll truly miss him while I'm gone. I pet his nose and run my hand across his white blaze that he has become famous for, and he pushes his head into my hand. After making sure he was fit for the night I walked to say goodnight for the rest of them. Hunter, Sanquell, Ash, Platts, Diamond, Snow, Massachusetts, Angel, London, Aqua, Dylan, Floss, Ludo and old boy 6 weeks were all safe, warm and well fed. So I made my way back inside the house and after I locked up I made my way up the stairs to my room. I slowly undressed and put on my horse pyjamas and climbed under the covers of my king size bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

The next morning, I awoke at 6am to the annoying sound of the alarm clock. You ever get that feeling where you want to throw it out the window? Well I wanted to do that. only I couldn't because I would never hear the end of it off my mother and my dad would be on the next plane out here and I would be planning my funeral, instead of buying somebody's dream home. So, I clambered out of bed and into the bathroom for my shower. At 6:20, I came out in a towel and found a pair of black glitter pants designed by Jennifer Lopez and a white shirt that said 'Yes I'm here now what do you want?!'. I also put on my black £400 faux fur boots and continued to dry my hair and apply a small amount of make up. I wouldn't be what you would call fat, but I also would be called an anorexic cow. I was more curvy and brainy to say the least. I remember my ditzy ways when I was younger. I really did put the two words blonde and dumb together! I would forget anything and everything. But now, thank god I'm over that otherwise I wouldn't have been hired by my father. Whoops, I guess I missed that out. Yep, 'Dream Homez' is my fathers business. Jason is just one of the managers that help my dad. Mariah is the other. She is one of my best friends and can be passed as my long lost twin. Jason is only annoying when he gets stressed out over buying someone's property after they've said they have wanted it and then backed out at the last minute. Then he gets annoyed. And in return, annoys every other person in sight. Well I had no time for breakfast and besides, I never bother to eat it so I decided to call my limo driver to come pick me up. John, his name is, and he is so sweet. it's a shame that he's gay and is going out with my manager Jason. Yep, you heard correctly. They've been going out for a while now, 6 months to be exact and would you believe it, They met through me. John just happened to be driving us all to work after he and Mariah stayed at mine after a 'sleepover' we had the night before and they caught each others eyes. Well I hope that's what happened because other wise John is either going blind or jus can't drive, one or the other. We nearly hit a fuel truck on the M62 Southbound.

Lets just say words were said between John and the Driver. But then John saw how big he was and backed down rather quickly.

I heard a horn sounding from outside and knew it was John, so I grabbed my purse and my suitcase and opened the door where John was to greet me with his cute smile and a much needed hug. He took my case and put it in the boot then proceeded to open the door for me. I thanked him and slipped inside to the cool air conditioning system, chilled wine on the table and the t.v. screen playing Take That's Patience.
John didn't need to know where I was going and never really did. His boyfriend sorted all that out for him. I was always grateful to them two boys. They were like the brothers I never had. As we set off for Manchester airport thoughts in my head were also mimicking the idea of an airport. As one came in, another went out. Why was this Mr. Batista only looking for a house for himself and his three girls? What about his wife? Where was she? Did they split? And if so why weren't the kids with her? Did she not care? My thoughts were interrupted however as the car had stopped and John was making his way round to my door to open it. I got out and breathed in the last of the cold Manchester air before I would be whisked off on a plane somewhere I had never been before. I gave John one last hug and a kiss goodbye before collecting my suitcase off him and walking into airport departures. I gave in my bags and got everything else sorted before going to find out more about my ticket. There was a young woman about 28 years old with brown hair and long legs stood up behind the counter looking for someone behind a desk, so I decided to ask her.

'Excuse me. I was wondering whether you would be able to help me. My names Malencia Nutini and I was given this ticket by someone I am going to work for. Can you tell me more please?' I said.

'Ah! You are the person I was just looking for actually. You will be needed at Gate 10 in 1 hour to board a flight to Washington D.C. with British Airways.' I nodded my head at her.

'Your seat number is 13 and you will be sitting in the 1st class area. The Air staff should direct you to your seat.
Is that all you wanted to know'

'Erm…there is one more thing did you get a call saying if there will be someone there to pick me up?' I asked, numb at the fact that this person had given me a first class ticket and he doesn't even know me.

'Yes. We got a call from a Mr. Batista saying that he will be outside waiting for you with a sign that says Ms. Nutini on it'

'Okay. Thank you very much for your help' I said.

'My Pleasure. Enjoy your flight.' and she sat back down and continued with her business.
I turned around and made my way for Gate 10 realising that I had 20 minutes till boarding began. On my way I got a Latte and a book to read on my journey. I made it to gate 10 found a seat, and sat down, watching the stressed and busy people run by. A little girl fell over right in front of me and I asked her if she was okay. She didn't reply but burst into tears. I picked the girl up and turned around looking for her parents, when I saw them heading towards me I smiled and handed her over, explaining what had happened. They smiled and said thank you and moved back to where they were sitting. They looked happy and fulfilled. I wanted to feel that, and have a family of my own. But shook it off as it was announced that the plane was boarding. I finished off the rest of my Latte, picked up my purse and ticket and prepared to board the plane.

Three minutes later I was sat in a huge leather seat with a glass of orange juice in hand getting ready for take off. There were only a few people in 1st class which I was pleased about because I had no one sat next to me to be pestered by. I finished off my orange juice and covered myself up with the blanket and strapped my seatbelt up over the top of it so I wouldn't be disturbed. I ended up falling asleep before we had even left Manchester.