Miami International Airport
Miami, Florida
February 20th
05.30 AM
Melissa, no Massie Block woke up, sitting in the dark green chair of Miami's International Airport's waiting room. The place was desolate, and just a few people were around at such early time.
She looked around her, and checked that her bags were still next to her. A duffel bag was below her head to use as a cushion, and another one was below her All-Star clad feet.
She checked her small purse that was wrapped around her thin body. She checked that her passport was safe inside, as well as the printed out booking reference from American Airlines, and her wallet. She was parched, her throat was begging for some water, and her stomach urged for some food.
Massie decided that it was now time to check in and carried her bags towards the empty check in counter. She gave her passport and booking reference and put the worn out duffel bags on top of the black moving thing, waiting for it to disappear. Instead she received a white ticket, telling her where she needed to enter, what gate she needed to get in, and finally the seats she was assigned.
Massie smiled accomplished and felt immediately lighter, thanks to the two missing bags, as well as the fact that the mission was finally in action.
She headed towards an open bar, and bought a bottle of water, a coffee and a croissant. She devoured it, and when she was done, she walked around the newsstands, flicking through the weekly magazines trying to kill time.
At six thirty, she got to the gate, where she attended for an hour before entering the plane. She tried to think about accommodations, and how she was going to tell William, her dad that she was her actual daughter, not just a scam. There was nothing really to worry about after all, right? She was going to her father, and he was going to understand, and make everything better straight away. Right?
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Massie Block woke up at ten am in the morning, feeling uncomfortable. Her hair was all messed up and static, her skin felt dry, and her lips seriously needed some chap stick. She looked at her watch. It was nearly the arrival time.
She had around thirty five minutes before arriving to JFK, and she had to plan out what she had to do. She got out a notebook and a biro pen from her bag.
NYC Plan.
Take a cab from JFK to Manhattan.
Go to the public library.
Search where William Astor Block lives.
If by the end of the day I can't find him
Sleep somewhere safe.
She had to stop there. She realized she didn't know anything about her father. She needed to do much more research. When the plane stopped, Massie waited till the doors were open before stepping to the ground.
She collected her bags and walked out of the crowded airport. She stared at the yellow cabs, wandering which taxi seemed the safest. She knew that some cabs were dangerous. She just grabbed one that had a woman driver.
"Where to?" the cab driver asked, as Massie tried to get all of her things inside.
"The fare is 45$ to anywhere in Manhattan, right?" Massie asked, closing the door.
"That's right"
"To the New York Public Library" Massie replied smiling.
The ride from the airport to the library was way too long. Massie had much to think about, so that made the ride faster. Massie could not wait to finally arrive to the city.
"Where you from?" the cab driver suddenly asked, breaking the ice between them two.
"Miami" Massie answered happily.
"Nice. What are you doing in the city all alone?" the cab driver asked.
"I left home. I'm meeting my father for the first time in my life. My mother lied to me all my life. Told me my dad died in a car crash. Instead I find out that he is well and alive, known as one of the richest men in America"
"What a life, girl"
"I know. Pretty unexpected" Massie replied.
"So, what are you going to do at the New York Public Library?"
"I need to find out where my father lives" Massie explained. She had so much to do.
"Who's your daddy?"
"William Astor Block. Do you know him?" Massie asked not really expecting her to know. After all how could a cabbie driver know about high class rich men?
"William Block? Seriously?! He is the richest man in Manhattan after Trump!"
"Do you by any chance know where he lives?" Massie asked, now hopeful.
"Of course! He has a house in Madison Avenue, his office is in Fifth, next to the Trump Tower, but twice the size!"
"Oh my God! You are my savior! Instead of the Library, could you take me to the office?" Massie asked, smiling happily, ecstatic, full of hope and less fear.
The driver drove to another direction, and parked in front of a huge buildings, almost as big as two blocks in the city. The doors were golden, and the floors looked marble.
Massie grabbed her wallet out of the purse, and checked for the money. She searched around and just found thirty dollars.
"Shoot." Massie murmured to herself, completely shitting on her pants. What was she going to do now? The doors opened fast, and she could see a brunette girl, with long straight hair. Her eyes were blue, and she was dressed head to toe designer.
"I'm so sorry, I thought I had enough, i have only thi-" Massie excused herself, but got stopped by the blond girl that was around her age.
"Get out, get out, get out! I'll pay for your fee, I just need to go now!! Drive as fast as you can towards Saint Patrick's Cathedral! I have a wedding to attend!"
Massie took advantage of the time, and grabbed her duffel bags and immediately got out. The yellow cab nearly flew away, and Massie stood there lost. What was she going to do now? She stepped into the huge building. It was a total work of art. Gorgeous, perfectly polished.
Massie saw the receptionist next to a golden and marble desk. She walked towards her, and waited for her to get off the phone. "How can I help you?"
"I'm Massie, I need to see Mr. William Block" Massie improvised. Were they going to let her see him? Or were they going to kick her out of the building?
"Do you have an appointment?" Okay, that was unexpected.
"No. But this is really important"
"Sorry, can't help you"
"Can I at least know where he lives?" Massie asked, desperate for something to help her. Right then, a brown haired girl walked towards the receptionist, waiting for Massie to finish talk.
"I can't tell you such information."
"Why would you want to know where William Block lives? Aren't you a tad bit young to be interested in middle aged men?" the blond girl asked, making Massie completely shock.
"Ew. No. It's for personal reasons" Massie defended her intentions.
"Sure." The brunette rolled her eyes. "I have an appointment with William Block" she faced the receptionist. The receptionist lifted her second finger, hinting at the brunette to wait a second, so she could check.
"Aren't youtoo young to be interested in middle aged men?" Massie asked, controlling the girl's age. She was probably around her early seventeens, just like her.
"I am. Infact, William is my uncle, he's taking me to the Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week " brunette smirked. "I can only get in if he comes with"
"Why would he want to go to fashion week?" Massie asked. Was her dad a homosexual?
"Don't you know? He owns thousands of magazines? Well, the fashion magazine Style Book, is doing so well it's competing with Vogue! Well, and since Block Publishing wants to beat Conde Nast's ass, he has to show up. After all William is New York's hottest bachelors, you know how many single ladies are going to come to the Cosima Heart sponsored by Style Book instead of the one sponsored by Vogue just because of this?"
"Sure. I mean why choose Anna Wintour when you have William Block and Style Book's editor in chief Robert de Vries?" Massie joined her.
"Well, I'm Nina Callas, my mother is Elizabeth Block? She is William's sister; owns the hotels part of the family business." Nina said. "My dad, Dario Callas works for the family business as well"
"I'm Massie-" Massie presented herself, but did not know what surname to use. Burton or Block?
"Okay, well, if this is so important why don't you come to meet William with me?" Nina proposed. Massie smiled, and followed her to the elevator. This was going perfectly. The elevator stopped in the third-last floor.
She was going to see her father in...
Three.
Two.
One.
And the doors opened.
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