Chapter Ninety Nine
"In the garage, waiting. I came to your Suite and learnt you had left."
She cleared her throat. "Had to check something out. I'm on my way."
She ended the call and moved faster.
By the time she reached the private terminal, the jet was already waiting with the engines humming softly in the night. The lights along the runway cast long shadows, stretching toward the aircraft like grasping hands.
Demir stood at the base of the stairs, one hand in his pocket, and the other gripping a folded map. His gaze met hers immediately, as if assessing her.
"You good?"
She barely paused, her expression unreadable. "One of those days." The words came out flat, and dismissive. Before he could press, she cut in, "What's the plan?"
A flicker of something— concern, maybe— crossed his face, but he didn't push. He simply held up the map. "I'll show you inside."
