Chapter 3 - Private Choppers Cut Through Mountain Storm
Heavy snow battered the reinforced glass of the mountain retreat while Diego turned away from the patio door.
He walked back toward the warm living room fireplace, pouring himself a glass of expensive scotch without a care.
Brenna sat on the velvet sofa, sipping herbal tea and looking entirely unbothered by the frozen drama outside.
“Is she finally learning her lesson?” Brenna asked coldly, her eyes fixed on the dancing flames in the hearth.
“She’ll sign those transfer papers by morning, or she can spend the entire night out in the snow,” Diego sneered.
Neither of them heard the faint, rhythmic thunder of heavy twin-engine turbine blades cutting through the blizzard overhead.
High above the timberline, two matte-black Sterling Corp helicopters descended rapidly through the blinding whiteout conditions.
Expert pilots guided the massive aircraft down onto the private helipad with pinpoint tactical precision.
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Within seconds, the cabin doors slid open, and six heavily armed private security operatives dropped onto the snow.
They moved with military synchronization, securing every exit, window, and perimeter sensor surrounding the luxury retreat.
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