Villain Ch 1952. The End of Vacation [Part 1]
The vacation ended just like that.
Wheels touched tarmac with that familiar hydraulic groan, followed by the gentle hiss of cabin pressure equalizing. The private jet taxied toward the VIP terminal as the city skyline greeted them in the distance—sharp, glossy towers piercing through low-hanging clouds. The sun was halfway down the horizon, casting everything in molten gold. It looked like a postcard. But none of them were looking out the windows anymore.
They had landed.
And just like that, it was time to go back.
Back to work. Back to fake smiles. Back to high-rise apartments and overbooked calendars.
Allen stood first. He didn't say anything. Just reached up, grabbed his carry-on from the overhead, and rolled his sleeves down with practiced ease. The girls followed suit—waking, stretching, slipping out of their post-flight haze with quiet grumbles and some light teasing as they touched up their hair and makeup.
