Chapter 4The Starlet and the Spectre

Jenna, being the miracle worker she was, pulled a string so obscure even I was impressed and secured me an invitation at the eleventh hour.

As the most exclusive private aircraft in the world, The Stratos hosting a gala for the global elite was a media frenzy. The live streams were pulling in millions of viewers before the first guest even stepped on board.

[Holy crap! It’s finally happening! I’ve never seen a plane this insane!]

[An auction in the sky. Rich people are a different species.]

[Look! It’s Isabelle Vance! That white dress is stunning. A true goddess!]

[Did you guys hear the rumor? A major mystery guest is supposed to be on board!]

[Yeah, I heard that too! The head of some secret global conglomerate or something…]

[It’s gotta be for Isabelle! They’d be the ultimate power couple!]

[Ugh, why is Ava Sterling there? She probably bribed her way on. So tacky.]

I leaned against the curved window, scrolling through the comments on my phone with a profound sense of boredom. The hate was just background noise at this point.

Suddenly, a quiet, powerful voice spoke from behind me.

“I never thought I’d have the pleasure of seeing you again.”

The voice was old, but the tone was firm.

“Miss Spectre.”