New York – 3:25 p.m.
Samantha leaned back in the leather seat, her eyes fixed on the city skyline as it stretched endlessly through the tinted window. Her phone buzzing but she didn't reach for it.
Jake, seated beside her, studied her quietly. "You ready for this?"
"I've been ready for seven years," she said coldly, her gaze never leaving the glass. "It's time to collect."
As the car slowed near one of the city's most luxurious malls, Samantha caught sight of it through the window and gave a quiet order.
"Pull over."
The sleek black Rolls-Royce gleamed in a refined parking area. Samantha adjusted the strap of her handbag, her diamond-studded watch catching the sunlight. She opened the door herself.
"You guys wait here. I'll be back shortly," she said without looking back.
Jake raised a brow. "Want me to come with—"
"No. I want to be alone."
