Vivian POV
“Ma’am.”
A soft voice stirred me awake.
I blinked a few times before realizing where I was.
The flight attendant smiled politely.
“We’ve landed.”
I rubbed my eyes and glanced across the cabin.
Damien was already on his feet, buttoning his suit jacket.
He looked as composed as ever.
As though he hadn’t spent the last few hours buried in work.
Without a word, he picked up his coat and walked toward the exit.
I quickly followed.
The cool night air greeted us the moment we stepped off the aircraft.
Several black luxury vehicles were already waiting on the tarmac.
A chauffeur opened the rear door of the first car.
Damien got in.
I slid in beside him.
The drive through Paris was quiet.
The city glowed beneath the streetlights, its elegant buildings and wide bouleva
