The whole flight, Luther was completely consumed by business. His concentration was absolute; he had a continuous, intensely focused meeting with his secretary and various contacts. His mind was clearly still engaged with the corporate war he’d left raging back at the Grey mansion, meticulously managing the fallout from the morning's explosions. There was absolutely no room for chitchat, hand-holding, or any kind of in-flight romance.
Seeing that he was unavailable, I quietly retreated into my own world. I settled back into the plush leather seat, put on my noise-canceling headphones, and happily slept most of the time. It was, honestly, the perfect, passive way to recover from the exhaustion, the emotional shock, and the moral dilemmas that had been piling up over the past 24 hours.
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