Journey To Elysian Harbour

Zoe's POV

Sitting in the plush leather seat, I looked around the private jet's cabin. The cream-colored walls and ceiling give the space an airy and spacious feel. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, offering stunning views of the clouds outside. The polished wood accents and soft, muted lighting create an elegant ambiance. There's a small table nearby with fresh flowers, and the cabin is impeccably clean and well-maintained. It's a world of luxury and comfort in here.

Yet it did nothing to tapper the tense atmosphere that enveloped us. I had been wishing that he would bring aboard some other passangers or friends. But it seemed that the man who sat opposite me was quite a loner.

I took a glance at him through the laptop in my on my lap that I was currently working on. He was not resting but he was no doing much of anything either. He was dressed in another one of his impeccable suit, an obviously expensive Rolex latched on his tan wrist. He rested on the claw of his hand,