Chapter 19
I stood up from the rooftop table, looking out over the glittering lights of the Manhattan skyline stretching into the horizon.
The game Julian and his father thought they were playing was far from over; it was merely moving to an international chessboard.
They believed that by escaping to Europe, they had secured a victory against a simple flight attendant who had gotten lucky.
They had forgotten that I didn't just manage flight cabin crews; I commanded international logistics networks across thirty countries.
I turned to David Brenner, a cold, sovereign smile touching my lips as I smoothed down my velvet evening gown.
“Prepare my private jet for departure at JFK at 6:00 AM tomorrow morning, David,” I ordered firmly.
“Where are we flying, Elena?” David asked.
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“To Zurich,” I replied softly, looking toward the dark Atlantic sky.
“It’s time to show the von Brandt dynasty how a Vance handles an inflight emergency.”
