A young woman slid with natural elegance through the door of the private jet, her slender and graceful silhouette blending into the discreet luxury of the interior.
It was Page.
Her penetrating gaze explored every corner of the cabin before finally settling on another young woman, who greeted her with a warm smile, breaking the silence of the muted space.
"You've finally decided to join us! We were supposed to take off nearly a quarter of an hour ago," the latter said with a welcome joviality.
A delicate smile formed on Page's lips, but her eyes still emitted a calculated coldness, as if nothing could shake her impassivity.
"I was held up. I was dealing with a personal matter with my brother," she replied in a measured voice, betraying a barely perceptible emotion that did not escape her colleague.
