Emily’s POV
The car didn’t head toward another cliffside restaurant. Instead, it wove through the city until the skyline opened up, and we pulled onto the tarmac of a private aviation terminal.
I’ll be dammed.
“Ilay, you said I would be able to get to work tomorrow. If we are here, then that means you are taking us to another jet,” I argued.
I may love to live this luxurious life, but that doesn’t mean I can’t leave my workplace whenever Ilay wants to take me.
He has to remember I’m a normal civilian; I am not exactly part of his world.
“You said no jets, but you didn’t say anything about another mode of transport," Ilay finished, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across his face as he opened the car door. The roar of a helicopter's blades whipping the air answered any further
