The late afternoon sun cast a golden sheen over the tarmac, glinting off the polished silver hull of Eleanor’s private jet. Xander paused at the bottom of the stairs, his suitcase in hand, nerves and anticipation twining in his chest. He’d never flown like this before-never been summoned, never been owned, not until now. At the top of the steps, Eleanor stood waiting, her silhouette crisp against the open door. She wore a tailored suit in midnight blue, her hair swept back in a severe knot. Her presence radiated authority and poise, but her eyes-cool, appraising-held a flicker of warmth as she greeted him. “Welcome, Xander,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “Come in. We have much to discuss before we reach Miami.” He followed her into the cabin, the air inside cool and scented faintly of jasmine. The jet’s interior was a study in understated luxury: cream leather seats, dark wood paneling, and a table set with a single folder-his name embossed in gold. Eleanor gestured to th
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