I am back in New York after a month where I left everything burning to the ground. I can't help but chuckle as I walk out of the runway as I think about the look on Carrie's face if I ever showed my face to her.
Cory walks next to me and we don't talk, just like we haven't the whole ride here. I have been thinking a lot and I have to say that today is not one of the best days I have had in a long time.
"Am I supposed to be meeting with the mafia themselves?" I ask him, breaking the silence.
"Yes. They need to see you there so that the day you will be the official face of the whole thing, they won't cause an uproar or cut ties with us. They are wary of strangers," he replies.
"I am as stranger right now," I say as I glimpse at him.
"Exactly," he says and I slow down. He doesn't break his step and he gets in the car that's waiting for us. It's pretty late so we are going to check in a hotel and then meet with them the following day.