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Fifty-Eight: In Matching Black
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2025-07-02 15:30:01Lillium Roosevelt
The car slowed down near the edge of a sleek, spotless stretch of tarmac. I sat up straighter as we turned the final corner, and my breath caught in my throat.There it was.Adam’s private jet.Not just a plane—a jet. Clean lines, silver finish, gleaming under the soft blush of the morning sun like a blade waiting to cut through the clouds. It didn’t look real. It looked like something out of a magazine. Something I had no business being this close to, let alone stepping into.James pulled the car to a gentle stop near the small glass-fronted terminal reserved for VIP flights. Without waiting, he got out and moved around the vehicle.I opened the door slowly, stepping out into the crisp breeze that carried the faint scent of jet fuel and sea air. The sound of a distant engine hummed, low and persistent, grounding the moment in a strange surrealism.James gestured to one of Adam’s men, already waiting b
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