Noella Cornelia Spence
Likes: Coffee, old vinyls, Frank Sinatra, occasionally smoking, champagne, cassettes, French literature, fur, pearls, old films, magazines from the 1950s and 1960s, reading the newspaper, loyalty, the truth and architecture.
Dislikes: Capitalism, authority figures, America, everyone in New York, her father, greediness, consumerism, lies, the media, society, and superficiality.
Bio: There's two Noella Spences. The outspoken, Ivy League educated, smart, successful, ruler of Wall Street, charming Noella Spence. The one that girls tried to dress like and guys tried to date. That one no longer exists. Instead she's hated all thanks to that fateful dinner with her father that started with cheers and ended with him in handcuffs. Now only one Noella Spence exists. One who still has the same exterior as the old one, but this one has a new "career" choice. She's surrounded with luxury and powerful men but in a new way now. Once filled with idealism, she's now filled with revenge. And sooner or later these men she keeps charming are going to end the same way her father did. When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.
Model: Freya Mavor
Taken by: @katrinaballerina
I hated when my psychiatrist tried to figure out which stage of grief I was in. Grief implied that I felt sorrow towards losing my father when in actuality I hated him. And I was beginning to hate myself more. Dr. Conway would try to classify this as the depression stage, but then I would snap at him and he would mumble something about me still being in the anger stage. The truth was this wasn’t as clean and simple as losing a loved one, that I could deal with, this was messy and there was no loved one being lost.
I smirked as I realized I would never have to hear Dr. Conway’s monotone voice again. The plane’s intercom beeped and the cabin was filled with the voice of captain announcing the temperature in Tokyo and thanking us for flying whatever airline this was. It was simple things like this that would send an inexplicable pain to my stomach. I was sitting in first class amongst businessmen and yet I missed the quietness of the business jet I used to fly.
I’m supposed to meet a woman named Cecilia who didn’t want to share her surname with me. In my old world it was your surname that made you, but it seems as if the one I’m entering prefers anonymity. I wrapped my head scarf around my hair and slipped on my Ray Bans before entering the jetway that will lead me to a new life. I stood confused for a few moments as I realized I had no idea what Cecilia looked like. Anxiety began to set in as I started to think that maybe this was a scam.
“Are you Noella?” A woman with a distinct French accent whispered to me.
I nodded my head too startled to speak as she loosened her grip on my arm. She had a shiny black bob that almost looked like a wig and wore oversized Chanel sunglasses. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve assumed she was a fashion editor, but I knew her job wasn’t nearly as dignified as that.
“I don’t usually practice business this way, but one of my girls is delayed by weather and won’t be in until tonight. I want you to start now,” she said.
“Now?” I said blushing.
She laughed at this. “It’s just a meeting.”
I was stunned by the lights of the city as she led me out of the airport. It vaguely reminded me of New York but I tried to push those memories to the back of my head. This wasn’t New York, this was Tokyo. She motioned for me to get into the back of a black town car. It whisked me away into the night traffic and before I knew it we were parked in front of skyscraper.
“His name is Robert Worthington,” she said.
I stood there shaking for a few moments wondering what would greet me inside of the building.
“Oh and Noella,” I turned towards her. “Welcome to Tokyo.”
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