Vessara had seen private jets before, but only from the ground. Tiny white aircraft slicing through the sky while she stood outside the pub, bus stations, and school. She always wondered what kind of people lived so important that they never had to wait in crowded terminals or fight for space beside strangers.
She never imagined she would step inside one.
The moment the black car stopped near the secluded side of the airport, her stomach tightened again. The security gates opened for them without delay. Employees greeted Vael with immediate recognition, lowering their heads respectfully before ushering them forward. Nobody questioned him. Nobody made him wait.
"Right away, sir."
"Good afternoon, sir."
"It's good to see you again sir."
