While Alex sat in the helicopter in silence, looking out the window he could feel cold gazes on him. While the guys were simply jealous of his entire life and cursed the gods for not giving them such good luck, the girls were jealous.
Filled with a sense of entitlement, they all believed they deserve Alex more than Tracy. They believed Tracy was just born into a wealthy home and a good looking family, while they had to work their way up here. In their opinion, Alex is meant to recognize their effort and pick them over Tracy.
Meanwhile, Alex had no time to dwell on such silly thoughts. He was completely focused on the matters arising around him. In his hand was an extremely old model cell phone, probably used in the late 19'0s which still had keypads and not a touch screen like the normal android.
