"Sign the authorization, Rhys, or we miss the flight window entirely," my legal counsel pressed, shoving the tablet into my hand.
"I'm not signing away my remaining domestic assets until the private jet is primed," I snapped, tossing the tablet onto the conference table without a second glance.
This wasn't just another corporate relocation. Leaving the United States meant cutting every safety net I had ever built, burning down my standing on American soil to strike directly at Arthur’s master shell company in Europe. If we boarded that plane tonight, there was no turning back, no legal retreat, and zero margin for error.
The hangar doors groaned loudly as ground support crews prepped the long-range jet for immediate departure. Every ticking second pulled us closer to Arthur Vance finali
