Amelia’s instincts had been sharp, honed by years in the cutthroat business world. Although her love for Richard had once blinded her to his true nature, subtle changes in his behavior had set off alarms in her mind. The late-night phone calls, the secretive meetings, and his unsettlingly intense focus on her financial affairs had all been red flags. Amelia knew she had to protect herself and her unborn child.
Several weeks before the helicopter ride, Amelia discreetly consulted with her most trusted advisors and confidants. She had a top-notch security team assess all possible threats and devise a comprehensive plan for her safety. One of her key precautions was to always wear a specially designed jacket when traveling with Richard—a jacket equipped with a hidden parachute.
As she plummeted through the air, Amelia reached for the handles embedded in the lining of her jacket. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she remained focused. With a sharp pull, the small parachute deployed, slowing her descent. The sudden jolt of the chute opening was both terrifying and exhilarating. She knew she was still in grave danger, but she had bought herself precious time.
