At Thanksgiving, Mom m0cked me for still using public transport while my sister owned three cars. Dad called me “pathetic,” and everyone waited for me to react.

your inbox.”

That was why Elena had worked with me for five years.

No unnecessary drama.

No excuses.

Just facts.

Daniel Ortiz from airport operations approached and shook my hand.

“Ms. Bennett. Northeast representatives arrived twenty minutes ago.”

“Perfect.”

Elena glanced toward the hangar entrance as we started walking.

“You have visitors.”

I turned.

Dad stood behind the security barrier.

Vanessa was beside him.

I stopped.

Elena lifted an eyebrow.

“Expected?”

“No.”

Dad raised one hand.

For a moment, I considered continuing toward the meeting.

Instead, I walked over.

“How