"Stop carrying the luggage that way, you can't even do anything right." Marcel barked at me.
"I am trying, it's so heavy, can't you help me out?" Vanessa replied.
"Marcel has been whining, and getting annoyed at the slightest things ever since this morning. I guess the news really made him angry, and if anything could be worse, Donald was coming with us to Qatar. Nothing paid me more than hearing that, I mean, why does this freak always have to have one thing or the other to do with Marcel and me?" Vanessa clenched her fist as she stared at Donal, looking at his watch.
"Who the hell are you staring at? Don't worry, I won't try to kill Marcel or you when we travel," Donald grinned.
"You better," Vanessa held the luggage tight
"Not that I trust anything you say, I will just have to keep a close eye on you." She thought.
Marcel stood at the door of the Aeroplane.
"All set, you can both come in." He adjusted his tie.
