“The private hangar was entirely silent save for the low whine of the jet turbine, a clean slate waiting for two people who no longer possessed a contract.”
Vivienne glanced at the screens tracking Arthur’s flight over the Atlantic. Forty-five minutes. That’s all they had before his plane landed in a non-extradition territory, sealing her fate to the fraudulent debt.
Her heart pounded, each beat echoing the countdown.
A sleek black sedan pulled up, and Eleanor Vance stepped out, her face a mix of determination and vulnerability. She approached Vivienne, holding a black velvet box.
"I should have done this sooner," Eleanor said, her voice breaking. "This is what your grandfather intended." Inside the box lay the original ledger of the Vance family heritage trust.
Vivienne’s eyes wid
