Private Airfield, Geneva - Wednesday Evening, 6:47 PM
The private jet sat on the tarmac, sleek and black against the darkening sky. Shadow Valley operators conducted final security sweeps while Timothy's aviation crew prepared for departure.
Emily stood on the tarmac, looking back at Geneva one last time. Somewhere in this city was the vault containing her mother's evidence. In three days, she'd return to access it. But first—
First, she had debts to settle in Cloud City.
And a promise to keep to a dead girl.
When Emily had first woken in this body—Emily Smith's body—she'd made a vow. The girl who'd been pushed to her death by Stephanie deserved justice. Deserved revenge. And Princess Emily would deliver both.
"Emily," Sebastian approached, tablet in hand. "Intelligence update before we depart. The press conference is still dominating global news. Over two billion people have now seen the footage or coverage of it. You're the most searched person on the internet right now."
