IsabellaFlight from Toronto to Dubai.It was 3:45 am when the plane took off from the private runway at Toronto Pearson International Airport. Mr. Ashgar was still upset, more than upset, furious. He hadn't spoken a word to Mrs. Bruce since boarding.We would be flying for twelve hours and fifty minutes, and I didn't want to imagine what the journey would be like. I glanced at the clock and roughly estimated the time we would arrive in Dubai. "Around three or four in the afternoon, this is going to be eternal," I thought, letting out a discreet sigh. Two flight attendants took care of providing us with everything we needed, including the incredibly warm blankets. To my surprise, the seat could be transformed into an individual bed. When Mr. Ashgar pointed out where to throw the blanket, I let out an exclamation that made him smile, although he concealed it quite well.After a while, during which I managed to get some sleep, I was startled by voices. It was Mr. Ashgar and Mrs. Bruce.

IsabellaI returned to my seat with a racing heart, about to burst out of my chest. My hands trembled with anger as I stared at the screen of my cell phone. There were two hours left before I could try again to enter, but in the meantime, I couldn't do it. I felt someone's presence standing next to me on the seat. I looked up, and it was my boss."Follow me," he whispered, gesturing for me to follow him. And so I did. Mrs. Bruce sat two seats ahead, close to Mr. Ashgar's security team. I gave her a determined look. I wouldn't allow her to intimidate me, and if she tried, she would regret it.Mr. Ashgar entered a room, and I followed him. He stepped aside and gestured to someone. He closed the door. Being alone in a room was perfect material for Mrs. Bruce. What kind of rumors would she invent about me? That we were lovers? Just the thought of it made me grimace. "Please, wipe that expression off your face," my boss said, interrupting my thoughts. He was staring at me intently. Had he