**Isa

I checked my plane ticket. First class. Just like everyone else going on the business trip to Brazil.

We were launching Gabriella Luca's jewelry line in Rio de Janeiro first before promoting it in France.

"What seat are you in?" I asked Myalin, praying that I was assigned to the same row and side as her.

"C3," she responded.

I grunted. "Damn"

She peeked at my ticket. “Oh ...