Amelia’s instincts had been her guiding light ever since she inherited her father’s empire. Her intuition told her that something was off about Richard’s sudden affection and grand gestures. It wasn’t like him to be so thoughtful, not without an underlying motive. This trip, supposedly a romantic getaway, felt more like a carefully orchestrated plot. So, she took matters into her own hands, and behind Richard’s back, she prepared for the worst.
The night before the helicopter ride, Amelia had discreetly visited a private tech lab she owned. There, she enlisted the help of her trusted confidant and head of security, Marcus. They had outfitted her with a state-of-the-art parachute designed to look like a fashionable coat. Amelia had also been fitted with a tiny earpiece, connecting her to Marcus, who was monitoring the flight from a safe distance.
As she plummeted through the air, Amelia’s training kicked in. She counted to three and deployed her parachute, experiencing a sudden jerk upward as the canopy caught the wind. It unfurled seamlessly, carrying her safely above the sprawling ocean. Relieved but focused, she heard Marcus’s voice crackle through the earpiece.
