Ethan stood, straightening his jacket before stepping into the aisle. The attendant gave him a polite nod as he descended the stairs into the warm, sunlit expanse of the terminal.
Waiting near the runway was a man dressed in a sharp navy suit, clipboard in hand. His expression was neutral but curious, his sharp eyes scanning Ethan as he approached.
"Are you the one Lady Madison sent to join us?"
the man asked, his voice steady but tinged with professionalism.
Ethan gave a single nod.
"Yes, that's me."
The man studied him briefly before gesturing toward a sleek black car idling nearby.
"This way, please."
Ethan followed without comment, his mind turning over Lady Madison's decision to keep his identity under wraps again.
'Still protecting the family name, even here,'