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ham, cheese, and arepas, a typical corn bread from the country, along with coffee and orange juice.
"Would you like anything else, señorita Ashley?" Joanne asked, with a kind smile.
"Are you busy, Joanne? I really hate to eat alone, do you think you could sit down and join me?" Ashley asked with an inviting smile. She didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts.
"I already had breakfast, miss, but I wouldn’t say no to a good cup of coffee." The other woman answered. "Let me get a cup for me."
She returned quickly and took a seat in front of Ashley. "Thank you, I really hate eating alone." Ashley said before starting to eat. "Have you always lived here, Joanne?"
"Yes, señorita, all my life, I've only been to the capital a few times."
"Wouldn’t you like to live in Caracas?" most people in the country dreamed of living in the capital.
"No, señorita, Caracas is chaotic, noisy and already has too many people. I wouldn’t exchange Margarita for that, even with all the problems we have here." She quickly answered. "Do you live there?"
"Yes, I… used to live in Caracas, but like you, I don’t like it much. I would love to move in La Guaira, very close to the airport, and have a much better place to live in." Ashley answered, with a bit of nostalgia.
"Do you travel a lot?"
"Yes, I was working as a stewardess in the national airline. It was my dream job." Ashley answered sad. "But life gives too many turns and sometimes you have no idea where you'll stop."
"Yes, that's true. I wanted to study at the university and have a good career. Instead of that, I ended up getting pregnant at sixteen, and becoming a single mother at seventeen." Joanne told her, with a resignedly smile.
"Oh, you have a child?" Ashley asked, not even a little bit surprised. She had seen and heard that story, way too many times.
"Yes, my daughter, Marian, she is eight years old now." She answered pulling out her cell phone and showing a picture of the girl to her.
"Oh, she is a beautiful little girl." Ashley praised.
"Yes… the best daughter in the world. She is so mature that sometimes she scares me. But I love her so much I would never wish things were different." The other woman explained.
"Yes, I can understand that."
"How did you meet Señor Martinez?" Joanne asked, obviously curious.
For a moment, Ashley considered telling her, the truth, but common sense told her she would only lose with that. "I met him several times on my flights here and other cities in the country."
"He was flying commercial flights?" she asked astonished.
"Yes, he did, several times." Ashley confirmed.
"He never does that… he always gets his father's plane or a military helicopter like today." Her words confirmed Ashley's suspicions about Jordan. He had really stalked her, choosing only flights he knew she would be on. "Well, he flew with me a few times and he always hit on me. But I always turned him down, until last time, when I wasn’t able to say no to him again." The truth… even with a little makeup on. "The rest, like they say, it's history.
Joanne chuckled, obviously pleased with the story.
"Oh, that's very romantic." She clapped her hands.
"I'm sure he has had a lot of women before me… but for now, I can enjoy his company." She said, not wanting the other woman to start thinking they had the romance of the year. "Have you worked for him for a long time?" Ashley asked, curious.
"For three years now, ever since he bought this house." She informed. "He is a very good boss, and pays a very generous wages, not like most around here. I was very lucky to get this job."
"Well, you better get back to work, if you want to keep it." Wilson's voice startled both women, and Joanne almost jumped up out of her chair.
"Sí, señor." She mumbled before she disappeared into the house.
Ashley bit down her lips, swallowing her rant, and finished eating without looking at the man that took Joanne's place.
"Don’t even try to get help from the house
"Would you like anything else, señorita Ashley?" Joanne asked, with a kind smile.
"Are you busy, Joanne? I really hate to eat alone, do you think you could sit down and join me?" Ashley asked with an inviting smile. She didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts.
"I already had breakfast, miss, but I wouldn’t say no to a good cup of coffee." The other woman answered. "Let me get a cup for me."
She returned quickly and took a seat in front of Ashley. "Thank you, I really hate eating alone." Ashley said before starting to eat. "Have you always lived here, Joanne?"
"Yes, señorita, all my life, I've only been to the capital a few times."
"Wouldn’t you like to live in Caracas?" most people in the country dreamed of living in the capital.
"No, señorita, Caracas is chaotic, noisy and already has too many people. I wouldn’t exchange Margarita for that, even with all the problems we have here." She quickly answered. "Do you live there?"
"Yes, I… used to live in Caracas, but like you, I don’t like it much. I would love to move in La Guaira, very close to the airport, and have a much better place to live in." Ashley answered, with a bit of nostalgia.
"Do you travel a lot?"
"Yes, I was working as a stewardess in the national airline. It was my dream job." Ashley answered sad. "But life gives too many turns and sometimes you have no idea where you'll stop."
"Yes, that's true. I wanted to study at the university and have a good career. Instead of that, I ended up getting pregnant at sixteen, and becoming a single mother at seventeen." Joanne told her, with a resignedly smile.
"Oh, you have a child?" Ashley asked, not even a little bit surprised. She had seen and heard that story, way too many times.
"Yes, my daughter, Marian, she is eight years old now." She answered pulling out her cell phone and showing a picture of the girl to her.
"Oh, she is a beautiful little girl." Ashley praised.
"Yes… the best daughter in the world. She is so mature that sometimes she scares me. But I love her so much I would never wish things were different." The other woman explained.
"Yes, I can understand that."
"How did you meet Señor Martinez?" Joanne asked, obviously curious.
For a moment, Ashley considered telling her, the truth, but common sense told her she would only lose with that. "I met him several times on my flights here and other cities in the country."
"He was flying commercial flights?" she asked astonished.
"Yes, he did, several times." Ashley confirmed.
"He never does that… he always gets his father's plane or a military helicopter like today." Her words confirmed Ashley's suspicions about Jordan. He had really stalked her, choosing only flights he knew she would be on. "Well, he flew with me a few times and he always hit on me. But I always turned him down, until last time, when I wasn’t able to say no to him again." The truth… even with a little makeup on. "The rest, like they say, it's history.
Joanne chuckled, obviously pleased with the story.
"Oh, that's very romantic." She clapped her hands.
"I'm sure he has had a lot of women before me… but for now, I can enjoy his company." She said, not wanting the other woman to start thinking they had the romance of the year. "Have you worked for him for a long time?" Ashley asked, curious.
"For three years now, ever since he bought this house." She informed. "He is a very good boss, and pays a very generous wages, not like most around here. I was very lucky to get this job."
"Well, you better get back to work, if you want to keep it." Wilson's voice startled both women, and Joanne almost jumped up out of her chair.
"Sí, señor." She mumbled before she disappeared into the house.
Ashley bit down her lips, swallowing her rant, and finished eating without looking at the man that took Joanne's place.
"Don’t even try to get help from the house
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