Six months later.
The wheels of the plane touched down on London soil with a soft jolt.
Emma stared out the window as the gray skyline came into view—soft light brushing across centuries-old rooftops, a patchwork of history and potential.
A new city.
A new beginning.
She stepped off the plane with one hand gripping her suitcase, the other holding Horizon's European expansion pitch.
Austin waited just past security, leaning against a column with his usual lopsided grin.
“Still not sick of me?" he asked as she approached.
Emma smirked. “That depends. How's the coffee situation in this city?"
“Better than mine, at least."
He took her bag without asking and handed her a flat white.
“Just in case your faith in humanity needed a jumpstart."
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The investor meeting was held in a sun
