Chapter 69

As Amara stepped inside the jet, her eyes widened in surprise, taking in the sheer affluence of the interior. The soft cream-coloured walls were accentuated with intricate gold trimmings. Plush leather seats lined the cabin. She looked down at her feet.

The floor was covered in plush beige carpeting; she could tell it was soft underneath her heels.

Gleaming wooden panels, polished nicely. An island at the side, and several bottles of high-end alcohol.

The woman at the door bowed slightly. Amara’s gaze wavered to her badge-Lisa. Her uniform was perfectly tailored to fit her slender frame. Her chestnut hair was swept up in a neat bun, with a few loose tendrils framing her delicate features. "Good evening, Mr. De Luca," she greeted, her voice smooth and polished. "I am Lisa, your attendant for the flight. Welcome, sir." 

Turning her attention towards Amara, Lisa's smile took on a slightly strained quality. Her eyes flickered with a hint of something unreadable.