The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

“Are you a writer?”

The sudden whisper in his ear made Jack subconsciously close his laptop, but when he looked up he was surprised.

I saw a beautiful girl with big eyes curiously stretching her little head towards the seat next to me. There was a bit of curiosity and exploration in the sweet smile on her face. She secretly covered her mouth with her hands when she spoke, looking mysterious.

Not all airlines have first-class cabins, and not all first-class cabins on flights will provide you with a comfortable big bed like Emirates or Singapore Airlines.

For example, the Delta Air Lines Airbus A350-900 that Jack is currently riding on actually does not have a true first-class cabin. Instead, it has a premium business class cabin called "Delta One".

To put it bluntly, it is a business class with slightly better seats and services, between the real business class and first class. The seat style is very similar to the business class that Jack took on the high-speed rail in China.

Jack was not so hypocritical as to look down on economy class just because he had just made a lot of money. He simply wanted a quiet and private environment that would give him time to write.

After all, as a non-famous writer who already has a best-selling detective novel, Jack still has some idol baggage, especially he doesn't want people to know that he is still writing some "low-class" novels.

What's more, the environment in the economy class is really not suitable for calming down and typing. There are more than ten hours to spend on the plane from Seoul to New York, and we can't just waste it.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact that he had been following Ma Xidao around every night a few days ago, causing Justin to rush to submit his manuscript to the point that he threatened to hack into all his electronic devices.

"Sorry, did the sound of my typing disturb you?"

Jack apologized politely first. He was so inspired that he typed quite fast that his typing left afterimages on the keyboard.

Then his pupils involuntarily shrank slightly, because the girl in the next seat looked more and more familiar to him after she put down her hand.

If there is any Hollywood actress that Jack remembered in his previous life who can compare with Alexandra Daddario's big sapphire blue eyes, it is probably only Anne Hathaway.

In the oriental aesthetic, big eyes are a plus, but a too big mouth is a minus in most cases. For example, Jack doesn't like Angelina Jolie's big mouth and so-called sexy thick lips.

But the same proportion of mouth shape looks perfectly natural on Anne Hathaway's face, especially when this girl smiles, she looks extremely sweet.

Of course, what surprised Jack at this moment was not that the girl in front of him looked exactly like Anne Hathaway in "The Princess Diaries", but that it subconsciously reminded him of the last time he met some "familiar" faces from his previous life on a plane. I wonder if there will be any trouble on this flight again.

He began to wonder in his mind whether Anne Hathaway had ever starred in some damn disaster movie. He subconsciously turned his head to look out the porthole. The weather outside the stratosphere was as good as usual, and the clouds below looked normal.

"Huh? It has nothing to do with you. I just... uh... damn, to be honest, I'm just jealous."

The girl pointed to the side in front of her. Jack leaned forward slightly to look and saw that there was also a laptop on the table in front of her. There was an open blank WORD text on the screen, but there was not even a title on it.

It has been almost three hours since Jack boarded the plane. He has been concentrating on typing and has not paid much attention to the passengers around him.

However, if he put himself in the girl's shoes, he could understand her feelings at the moment. He was stuck in a writing problem and felt extremely depressed when he saw the guy next to him typing away on the keyboard.

"Jack Tawaller, barely a part-time writer."

Seeing that the girl was a little embarrassed, Jack took the initiative to extend his hand and introduced himself.

"Angelia Sykes, my dream is to become a columnist or a journalist who digs into current affairs. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you."

The girl reached out her hand apologetically and shook hands with Jack. Her long and slender fingers were very impressive.

Jack thought about it for a while and confirmed that the name did not belong to any heroine in any aerial disaster movie he knew, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's time to take a break."

Jack reached out to the stewardess and asked for another glass of ice cola. Appropriate intake of sugar helps the brain to think.

Since the pretty girl had taken the initiative to talk to him, Jack naturally tried his best not to make the atmosphere too awkward. He imitated the girl's just now and leaned slightly sideways, and asked in a low voice so as not to disturb others.

"So, you mean your dream hasn't come true yet?"

"At least it's far from what I wanted to do when I graduated from Northwestern University. I'm now working as an assistant to Miranda Priestley at a fashion magazine."

The girl pursed her lips and pulled the corners of her mouth, her tone was somewhat self-deprecating and a bit tearful.

"I haven't written anything seriously in half a year. Today I finally had some time, but I couldn't type a single word when I looked at the computer."

The United States also has a Northwestern University in Illinois. Its Medill School of Journalism is recognized as one of the best journalism schools in the United States, second only to the Columbia University School of Journalism where Taylor Kelly graduated.

"Uh, sorry, I know next to nothing about the fashion world. Who is Miranda Priestley?" From the girl's tone, it seemed like she was some famous figure.

However, this question was not answered until Jack got off the plane. This woman named Angelia Sykes seemed quite happy about his ignorance in this area and directly turned the topic to writing skills.

The two of them chatted in low voices for quite some time. One can only say that this girl is worthy of studying journalism. Once she started talking, she talked nonstop.

He talked about writing skills, and said that he had been the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper and won first place in the National College Journalism Competition. After graduation, he came to New York to pursue his dreams.

But after she came to New York, she sent out countless resumes but all of them fell into the sea of ​​responses. In the end, she could only choose between "Auto World" magazine and her current "Tianqiao" fashion magazine.

Eventually, he made a mistake and now is living a life worse than death under the bullying of a super difficult boss.

Jack looked at the Chanel jacket she was wearing and the Valentino handbag beside her, and thought that there must be a lot of girls vying to live a life worse than death.

As if she had seen through someone's thoughts, Angelica Sykes took the handbag, took out two beautiful cards and handed them to Jack.

"I probably only have my own underwear on me. The rest are gifts from various fashion brands to the magazine, and in theory they have to be returned after use."

The girl winked at him slyly and said, "But this may be one of the few benefits of doing this job. Please be sure to accept it as compensation for interrupting your writing."

Jack unfolded the card and found that it was a VIP invitation to a fashion show of the famous fashion brand "Prada" at the New York Fashion Week. The so-called VIP invitation means a seat in the third row from the catwalk.

New York Fashion Week is held twice a year, once in February and once in September, and lasts from one week to nine days.

For catwalk shows of big brands like Prada, the first two rows are reserved for celebrities and editors-in-chief of major fashion magazines. These two invitations to the third row seats are of great value.

Although Jack didn't know this, he knew that this thing might not be easy to get, so he took out his FBI business card.

"As I said just now, I'm just a part-time writer. This is my real job. If you run into any trouble in New York in the future, you can call me, but I sincerely hope that you won't need this business card."

Angelica Sykes covered her mouth in surprise, her big eyes full of disbelief. After a while, she lowered her voice and whispered, "You are the most handsome federal agent I have ever seen."

"Isn't he the most handsome writer?" Jack raised his eyebrows.

"So what is your work?" The girl leaned over again to take a look at Jack's computer screen.

"Have you seen Jack Reacher?"

"No, is it an autobiography? You really are very narcissistic."

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"Ahaha, Miranda Priestley, from Paris to New York, everyone knows this name, well, at least in the fashion world."

Danny Regan happily took the gift box from Jack and opened it, but frowned when he saw the Korean ginseng inside. "What the hell is this? Dried radish?"

"Don't be so ignorant, Danny. Ask Linda to put some in the chicken soup later. I guarantee it will work better than wolfberries. If you don't like it, I can replace it with kimchi."

Jack was about to take it back, but Danny snatched it away forcefully and put it into the trunk of the car like a treasure.

"So you ran into this 'Miranda girl' on the plane and she gave you two invitations to New York Fashion Week?" Danny continued the previous topic as he drove out of the airport.

"What is a Miranda girl? It sounds like you know a lot about the fashion world?" A series of question marks popped up in Jack's head.

"Linda's sister has been in the fashion circle for many years, and she is determined to train her daughter to be a supermodel. So even if there are some things I don't want to know, I can't avoid some gossip at parties, you know.

Miranda Priestley is known as the 'female devil' in the New York fashion circle. She is said to be very mean and has fired hundreds of assistants, if not thousands. However, those girls who aspire to enter the fashion circle are still eager to become a 'Miranda girl'.

After listening to Danny's explanation, Jack suddenly realized that this was the plot of the movie "The Devil Wears Prada". No wonder he met a girl who looked exactly like a young version of Anne Hathaway.