"You really know how to play the hands-off boss while working me to the bone," Owen grumbled.
"I told you, once this busy period is over, you can take a real vacation."
"You're just stringing me along."
"Well, you could always hire a highly competent assistant to lighten the load, right?"
"Easier said than done. Top-tier executives don't just grow on trees. To be honest, I'm tired of Aethelgard. I prefer Melvion City."
"You have things here you need to face. Running away won't solve anything."
"I know. I just don't want to look at certain people."
...
Back at the hotel, Mira packed her bags for the early morning flight. Harvey Rivers was flying back with her, while Kieran Holt and Grant Ziegler were tied up with the branch office's launch and couldn't leave just yet.
For their 8:30 AM flight, Mira was up by five. They grabbed a quick bite and were about to leave when Owen unexpectedly showed up.
"You didn't have to come," Mira said. "The driver could have taken us. Go get some rest."
"I booked a ticket. I'm flying back with you."
"Why?"
Owen frowned, a shadow crossing his features. "Hasn't everything gone a little too smoothly? This isn't Lawrence's style. Frankly, I have a bad feeling about this."
"You're worried he's planning something?"
"I can't put my finger on it. Let's just stay alert."


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