"You have exactly twelve minutes before wheels up, Vivienne," my assistant warned, her voice tight with panic over the speaker. "Security at the private terminal won't hold the gate open much longer."
"They will hold it if they value their jobs," I said, slamming my heels into the accelerator as the black sports car tore past the perimeter gates.
The tarmac stretched out ahead under the blinding floodlights, a harsh runway separating me from the sleek Gulfstream idling near the hangar. I didn't care about air traffic control or security protocol. Elena Cole was on that plane, and if that engine spooled to life, three months of hard evidence against the board would disappear into thin air.
I cut the wheel hard, screeching to a halt sideways right across the tarmac, effectively blocking t
