Slow Mornings. 2

They successfully landed at London Heathrow Airport with the Hawthorne jet and disembarked smoothly. The team had arranged for a swift exit, avoiding any unnecessary interactions.

The ride back to his villa was long, and Luca could already feel the exhaustion creeping in, his body finally understanding the weight of the past few days. He leaned into the seat, watching the city of London blur past in streaks of motion.

When they arrived, Luca grabbed his bags and made for the door. The door had motion-sensor lights and cameras, so he was barely three feet away when the door unlocked with a soft beep.

Luca was fine with Manuela and Vance staying for an hour or two for some rest before they leave. So, he took his belongings and moved to his room.

Evening arrived quickly or maybe it just felt that way because he had slept throughout the day and for the rest, lying on his bed, reminiscing about the past and present.