The private jet soared above the clouds, leaving the glittering skyline of Singapore far behind. Bruce Hill reclined in his seat, a glass of whiskey in hand, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the swirling amber liquid. It had been a whirlwind two years,years spent cultivating connections, sealing deals, and keeping Legendary Chest afloat in an increasingly competitive global market. Yet despite his outward success, there was a restlessness within him, a gnawing sense that his absence had cost him more than he anticipated.
"Mr. Hill," his assistant, Amelia, interrupted his thoughts, her voice soft yet professional. "We’ll be landing in New York in about two hours. Shall I go over your schedule for the week?"
Bruce set the glass down and nodded, his expression neutral. "Let’s hear it."
Amel
