The afternoon sun was still heavy behind a misty sky when Sarah’s jet descended smoothly onto the private runway in New York.
The silver wings glistened against the soft light, slicing through the clouds like a promise fulfilled. As soon as the plane came to a halt, a convoy of six black SUVs lined up neatly on the tarmac, their engines humming low but steady.
Twelve bodyguards stepped out simultaneously, each dressed in black, sunglasses concealing their eyes.
The moment Sarah appeared at the jet’s door, they all bowed slightly — a practiced gesture of respect that spoke of loyalty and discipline. Her assistant, Eva, followed closely behind, clutching her tablet nervously.
The lead guard opened the car door, his voice calm but firm. “Welcome back, ma’am.”
Sarah nodded lightly and s
