Chapter 4
I leaned down slightly, adjusting the silk napkin beside his plate, my voice dropping into a razor-sharp, whisper-quiet frequency.
“There will be no domestic discussion at the hotel, Julian,” I murmured, my eyes locking onto his with absolute, terrifying calm.
“Because by the time this aircraft touches down on Runway 32L in Barajas, you won't even have enough money left in your account to pay for a taxi.”
Julian’s face tightened in sudden irritation, a cold, arrogant smirk curling the corner of his lips as he took a sip of champagne.
“You’re delusional,” Julian scoffed quietly. “You think you can threaten me because you have access to a flight manifest?”
“I run Mercer Global, Elena. Everything you wear, every flight you bid on, and every dollar in our house exists because of my executive vision.”
Chloe turned toward us, noticing the tense proximity between her lover and the flight attendant.
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“Is everything alright, Julian?” Chloe asked, touching her Cartier necklace nervously.
“Everything is fine, sweetie,” Julian lied smoothly, patting her knee. “The crew is just providing personalized service.”
