The Gulfstream G650 cruised smoothly at an altitude of 30,000 feet.
Jin Heon was still hard at work.
Now that she was working for Li Wei, she had become the kind of person who regularly flew on private jets.
Anyone who frequently flew on private jets knew that they had specialized oxygen systems. Unlike commercial airliners, which might subtly increase carbon dioxide levels during cruising to make passengers sleepy, private jets could use their oxygen systems to keep passengers feeling energized throughout the flight.
But she was leaning back on the sofa, lost in thought.
The intel from Los Angeles had come back. It was all true: Ethan Horton, surgery tomorrow afternoon, three-day post-op observation period, attending physician Weber.
She glanced up at Li Wei, who was playing on his Switch, then thought for a moment and closed the chat window.
The Super Bowl was tomorrow. She didn't want to add to Li Wei's mental burden.
