Chapter 15 - Flight To Heathrow
Midnight descended over the Atlantic Ocean as our private Gulfstream jet cruised smoothly above the dark, endless cloud cover.
Inside the luxury cabin, I reviewed the corporate ownership records of every shell company tied to the London investment council.
My baby slept peacefully in a custom portable bassinet secured near the front cabin, watched over by our trusted private nurse.
My father poured two glasses of aged scotch, handing one to me as we watched the distant city lights of London appear below.
“Are you ready for this, Ava?” my father asked softly, clinking his glass against mine with quiet solidarity.
“I was born ready for this, Dad,” I replied, taking a sip of the smooth amber liquid with absolute confidence in my eyes.
“The men who thought they could break me in that Greenwich mansion are about to find out what a true Vance can do.”
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The aircraft’s landing gear lowered with a mechanical thrum, touching down smoothly on the tarmac of Heathrow Airport.
A convoy of black embassy sedans waited on the tarmac directly beside our private exit ramp, their engines idling in the cold English mist.
