Pierce POV
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I shift around my seat , as I try to fall asleep
I feel miserable
I frustratedly run my hands through my hair
I shouldn't have taken this trip
But it was important and I had to do it
I feel sick in my stomach
"Sir, here is your drink " the flight attendant offers me, my drink
I thank her as I take it
I sip down the alchohol, staring at the window
The clouds are moving, I remember the first day I took a flight
I was seated in the low class, I didn't had money to book a ticket
I had to save money to take my flight to Bellwood
Here I am, today .Travelling in a private flight
Surrounded by luxury , power and people to care your every need .
But the irony is , I was much peaceful in the economy seat
Than in this luxury seat
I hear the pilot an
