The Marson Corporation's annual conference was held in France.
Beauty had the privilege of flying to Paris on Lucas's private jet, accompanied by Sarah, Lena and Nathalie.
The atmosphere inside the cabin was tense, a far cry from the lively excitement one might expect for a company event.
Lucas sat in his seat, engrossed in his laptop, while Lena and Sarah had already slipped on their eye masks and dozed off.
The spacious cabin suddenly felt uncomfortably awkward.
Nathalie sat beside Lucas, flipping through a copy of *Time* magazine, her eyes occasionally darting toward his screen as she asked him a few questions.
Seated further back, Beauty couldn't sleep or focus on reading.
Instead, she stared blankly out the window at the cotton candy-like clouds drifting past.
By the time the plane landed at Paris Airport, it was already midnight.
As they disembarked, a company representative from their local partner had arranged a shuttle van to greet them.
