Chapter 4 Departure

The long -awaited day had finally arrived. Emily got up before her alarm clock even had time to ring. The excitement, mixed with a touch of nervousness, gave her this strange energy which pushed her to complete her last cases while repeatedly checking the essential documents. Passport, plane tickets, signed contract, work permit ... Everything was carefully stored in his travel bag.

A few days earlier, Sistemi Globali Novatech had transferred travel costs to his account, accompanied by an email detailing the last instructions. Francesca, the assistant of Giacomo Morelli, was extremely useful and reassuring in his communications. "We have reserved your flight from the nearest airport. A driver will come and get you to take your temporary accommodation in Milan. Do not hesitate to contact me if you have any questions," she wrote in one of her messages.

The suitcase placed near the front door, Emily turned to her mother who looked at her with a mixture of pride and sadness. Margaret tried to smile, but tears in her eyes betrayed her emotions. "I knew that day would happen, but I did not expect it to be so difficult," she whispered, enveloping Emily in a warm embrace.

"You know that I will come back to see you as soon as I can, mom," replied Emily, hugging her mother against her. "And thanks to this work, I can do so much for us."

Margaret nodded, discreetly wiping a tear. "You're right. And I'm so proud of you, darling. You're going to do incredible things."

Kira, faithful to herself, burst into the house with a paper bag filled with snacks. "This is for theft. I told myself that the peanuts and cookies served on board would not be enough to calm your nerves. "She put the bag on the table and threw herself on Emily with an enthusiastic embrace." You know that I will feel terribly alone without you, huh? But I want regular calls, otherwise I disembark in Italy. "

Emily laughed despite the emotion that tied her throat. "I promise, I will keep you posted on everything, even what I eat."

Margaret and Kira insisted to accompany Emily at the airport. The car route was punctuated by light conversations. Kira, of course, did not fail to joke: "So, if you meet an Italian star, do not hesitate to tell him that a certain Kira would be delighted to meet him. Oh, and don't forget to taste gelatos. They are supposedly magical. "

Emily smiled, enjoying her friend's effort to lighten the atmosphere. Margaret, she shared practical advice. "Pay attention to your things, especially your passport. And always keep your loaded phone."

Arrived at the airport, the three women headed for the registration counter. Emily received her electronic ticket and the confirmation of her recorded luggage. They took a moment to sit near the boarding area, savoring the last moments together.

Margaret, with a sweetness of his own, took the hands of Emily in hers. "Are you ready?"

Emily nodded, her eyes brilliant with emotion. "Yes, mom. Ready to discover this new life."

When the embarkation announces, Kira wiped a tear, losing laughter. "You better come back with crazy stories, Emily. Otherwise, it won't be worth it."

Emily kissed them one last time before walking towards the boarding door. She felt a wave of emotions invade her: excitement, nostalgia, hope. While she was getting on the plane, she cast a last look at the airport, knowing that this departure marked the start of an adventure that was going to change her life forever.

Installed in her seat near the porthole, Emily watched the clouds move away while the plane took off. She thought back to everything that had led her at this time: her mother's encouragement, the unconditional support of Kira, exchanges with Sistemi Globali Novatech. With a new determination, she tells herself that she would do everything to succeed, to surpass herself, and to honor those who believed in her.

While the landscape stretched under it, Emily smiled gently. A new chapter of his life had just opened.

When the plane finally left the ground, Emily felt slight pressure in her ears, a tangible recall that she rose to the clouds. She looked at the porthole and saw the city move away little by little. The familiar landscapes became miniatures, then disappeared behind a veil of cottony clouds. She smiled gently, saying to herself that each kilometer traveled her closer to her future in Naples.

During the first minutes of the flight, the air hostess announced the safety instructions and the details of the journey. "We are going to travel at an altitude of 10,000 meters and the journey to Naples will last about eight hours. Enjoy your trip with us."

Emily leaned over the entertainment program integrated into her headquarters, traveling the films and the music offered. She finally decided for a light comedy, hoping that it would calm her mind.

The flight was peaceful. Through the porthole, Emily could see the immensity of the sky, an infinite blue sea dotted with white clouds. She was amazed at this spectacular view, trying to engrave in her memory this moment when everything seemed both immense and intimate. The hostess's voice soon announced the start of the meal service.

"Chicken or pasta?" asked the hostess with a warm smile.

Emily chooses pasta, enjoying the effort made to offer dishes worthy of the Italian experience. The meal was simple but satisfactory, and she surprised herself to imagine the delicious dishes that she would taste once arrived in Naples.

Between two bites, she plunged into her thoughts. She remembered conversations with her mother, Kira's jokes, and Mr. Laurent's benevolent smile. She knew that her decision to leave had not been easy, but she was convinced that she was making the right choice. This flight represented much more than a journey: it was the bridge between its past and its future.

Hidden, Emily noticed the woman sitting next to her, an elegant Italian who seemed in full concentration on her computer. Emily hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak to her. "Excuse me, are you Italian?"

The woman looked up with a smile. "Yes, I live in Naples. And you are traveling or for work?"

Emily, happy to have someone with whom to exchange, briefly explained her project to him with Sistemi Globali Novatech. The woman, named Elena, seemed sincerely interested. "Oh, Naples is a beautiful city. You will love it. It is a city full of character, with a rich story and a vibrant culture. "

The conversation continued, Elena sharing advice on Neapolitan culture, neighborhoods to visit, and even a few words of vocabulary. Emily carefully noted every detail, grateful for this fortuitous meeting. "Thank you, Elena. You already give me the impression that this trip will be incredible. "

When the plane started his descent, Emily felt her heart accelerated. Through the porthole, she saw the sparkling lights of Naples, nestled between the sea and the hills. The announcements of the crew indicated the end of the trip: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching Naples-Capodichino airport. The local temperature is 18 degrees Celsius. Thank you for traveling with us."

Emily deeply inspired, preparing to leave the plane and take her first steps on Italian soil. As she recovered her luggage and crossed customs, she couldn't help but smile. Francesca, the assistant of Novatech, was waiting for him in the arrivals hall, a sign with his name in his hands.

"Welcome to Naples, Emily," she said with enthusiasm. "We have prepared everything to make you feel at home."

And so, Emily began her new chapter, ready to embrace each challenge and every opportunity that this Neapolitan adventure was going to offer him.