Olivia 

The drive to the airport felt too short and too long at the same time. Alexander drove while I stared out the window, watching Los Angeles blur past. My phone kept buzzing with work notifications, but I ignored them. Those could wait.

At the private terminal, the jet gleamed in the late afternoon sun, stairs already deployed and ready for boarding. A flight attendant stood at the base, greeting Alexander with professional warmth.

"Mr. Carter, everything's prepared. ...