"Waiting for you," Jett Westgate replied.
Annelise Valentine couldn't be bothered with him and walked right past.
The arrivals hall at the end of the jet bridge was brightly lit. A hot, humid Port Calico breeze swept in from the exit, where the cars sent by Henry Kingston were already waiting. Black executive cars were lined up in a row, understated yet luxurious.
Annelise Valentine gazed out the window at the streetscape rushing by.
The Port Calico night scenery was just as she remembered from her past life—so vibrant, so real, so full of life.
Night had completely fallen by the time the car stopped in front of The Villette Hotel in Port Calico.
"Mr. Westgate, your suite is on the top floor. It has the best view." The front desk manager handed over the key card with both hands, his demeanor respectful and professional.
