The international airport hummed with energy as the jet finally made its descent—a full day behind schedule, thanks to one man’s stubbornness.
The engines roared as the tires screeched against the tarmac, kicking up sparks before settling smoothly. Even overseas, his celebrity aura drew eyes like a magnet.
His face was half-hidden behind sleek shades, but that didn’t stop the stares and murmurs trailing him. Dontaz lumbered behind, lugging an absurd pile of bags, his forehead glistening with sweat.
"Did you book the hotel?" Oded stopped dead at a corridor split, shooting a glare over his shoulder at his gasping manager, who was wrestling with two suitcases.
"Avalie handled it," Dontaz panted like he’d run a marathon. "Said a car would meet us outside." The sunglasses made Oded’s expres
