ELENA:After saying our goodbyes to Kamala, Adrian and I walked out toward the pack garage where our driver was already waiting beside the sleek, tinted town car. The driver stepped out promptly, took our two suitcases from the servant, and loaded them securely into the trunk. Adrian opened the passenger door for me, shielding the top of the frame with his hand until I slid inside, then walked around and got in beside me.We were driven straight to the private aviation airfield. Instead of heading toward the bustling terminals used for standard commercial flights, our car pulled up to a secure, gated hangar bay where Adrian’s private jet sat gleaming on the tarmac.As we stepped out of the car, the pilot of the aircraft walked down the steps and offered a crisp, formal salute to Adrian. I couldn’t help stopping in my tracks, entirely stunned. I stared at the luxury jet, turning to Adrian with wide eyes. "Wait... you own a private jet?"Adrian just flashed a knowing, confident smile, w
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