A cool, detached voice cut through from across the aisle.
I snapped out of my daze.
I turned, meeting Alpha Gideon's sharp gaze, my face flushing crimson.
"Sorry, I won't zone out again," I mumbled, dropping my head.
"Let's hope not," Alpha Gideon tossed back coolly, looking away.
I wanted to crawl under my seat.
Elliot, sitting opposite, shifted awkwardly
. He didn't get why Alpha Gideon was so annoyed—I was just a bit distracted.
Soon, a flight attendant cleared the breakfast trays and brought coffee.
Alpha Gideon took a ten-minute break before diving into a video conference.
For the next five hours of the flight, he was either in meetings, on calls, or reviewing documents.
Elliot constantly relayed urgent emails requiring his immediate decisions, sparking new rounds of calls
