They mocked the woman in seat 22C—until two fighter jets aligned with her window, and a pilot spoke her name in a way that made the entire plane forget how to breathe.

another crew member and glancing over only once, not to stare, just to check that Olivia seemed all right.

Outside, the black SUV was waiting.

Nothing about it was flashy except the way people moved around it, respectfully, carefully, like it carried not power but weight.

The security officer opened the rear door.

Daniel turned to Olivia. “Ready?”

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