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Okay everyone.....here is the beginning of my story.......I am not a writer......but thought I would give it a try.......I have no idea why!!!....LOL  I only know about some books I have read to go by......I have no style.......in a way it might even seem silly........I am not sure really.  But oh well it is a writing of sorts.......if you enjoy it.....great.....if not......well what can I say???.....LOL......Have a great day all!!!!....HUGGGGGGGGGG  Here goesssssssssssssssssssss

Joni sat looking out the window of the plane as they flew above the pristine white clouds.  She sat in awe that anything so beautiful could survive in the world today.  It was not the world of her childhood that was for sure.  The FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELT sign brought her attention back inside the plane as the captain announced they would be landing at the Galway Airport, in Galway, Ireland shortly.

 
She knew Conall her father's driver would be waiting for her.  Conall's father, James O'Sullivan, more often known as Sully, had been her father's closest friend and partner until his untimely death three years earlier.  Conall became much more than just a chauffer after that.  He was her father's right hand man, when it came to running the estate.  Although Sully's boisterous personality and easy disposition had been sorely missed by all at Ennisfree Manor, everyone agreed that Conall's quiet strength, his penchant for fairness, and his cool air of authority in dealing with the daily undertaking of Ennisfree had garnered the trust and admiration of his father's partner.

  
 Finnis Cadigan, Joni's father, had managed a good living breeding and selling race horses.  No one was sure where he found his talent.  It just seemed natural for him.  One could say he had a good eye for horse flesh and the blarney it took to make lucrative deals with the right people.  So far, whatever the magic, it had certainly worked.  She didn't know how wealthy her father was, but one definitely could not say they were poor. 
The plane touched down lightly on the runway and taxied to a stop.  She, like the rest of the passengers, rose and reached in the overhead baggage compartment for her small carry on, placed her purse on her shoulder and threw her black Helmut Lang jacket over her arm moving slowly towards the departure door. She was tired.  Leaving New York had been anything but easy.  Society's Circle Ltd. did not run by it's self.  She had worked long hard hours to build "The Circle" as it was called among her girls.  It was the poshest and most exclusive escort service in New York City. 
As she stepped from the plane and made her way to the baggage claims area, she was unaware of the lovely picture she made.   Her burnished red hair, subdued in the lights of the airport, was full and fell past her shoulders in soft curls.  Her make up light and expertly applied brought out the pale green of her eyes.  High cheekbones flushed from the trip, and generous lips tinted a light tangerine completed her look.  She stood average height, with a striking figure.  Confident in the way she moved.

 
Jennifer Rose Cadigan, born to Finnis and Laney Cadigan, on the 25th of Dec. twenty eight years earlier, affectionately called "Joni" by her mother.  She had lost her mother due to injuries from a car wreck before her fourteenth birthday.  Something neither she nor her father had ever gotten over.  She would never forgive her father.  He had killed her mother as surely as if he had put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.  Now she was summoned home.  She had considered ignoring the summons, but her Aunt Sarah had sounded extremely upset.  She would not tell her what the matter was.  All she would say was that Joni would find out soon enough.