The rainy grey skies of London did not match the warm, golden luxury inside the private terminal at Heathrow Airport [skills:travel]. As the sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom purred away from the tarmac, Chloe looked out at the rain slicked streets, a quiet sense of awe washing over her. She wore an impeccably tailored navy cashmere coat with a silk scarf, her diamond partner badge pinned discreetly to her lapel. Sitting beside her, Julian was typing out commands on his encrypted laptop, his jaw clenched in that familiar, commanding line.
The Savoy Hotel has been fully secured," Julian murmured, shutting his laptop and turning his obsidian gaze toward her. His hand moved across the leather seat, naturally intertwining his fingers with hers. "The International Maritime Trade Summit begins to
