C24 PRIVATE JET

The shrill ring of the doorbell at precisely 7:00 AM shattered the fragile calm Tara had managed to cultivate. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she rushed to the door.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to find a young man in a crisp black suit.

"Good morning, Miss ," the man greeted her with a polite smile. "I'm Daniel, Mr. Vasilios's driver