A while later, Theo and Owen found themselves back on the private jet.
Theo quietly watched the clouds below, his head resting against the window.
Beside him, Owen stretched his arms before letting out a yawn.
''Still can't believe we actually agreed to that,'' he said loudly.
A loud scoff rang out from the other side of the aisle.
''Neither can I,'' Adrian said, shaking his head disapprovingly.
Owen's head snapped toward him.
''Come on,'' he said. ''It can't be that bad, right?''
Adrian let out another quiet scoff before leaning back in his seat.
''That sentence alone tells me you have no idea what you signed up for.''
''Meh,'' Owen shrugged. ''Old man Harold was pretty detailed with his description. I think we'll be more than fine, right Theo?''
Shaking his head lightly, Theo snapped out of his thoughts and turned toward him.
''What did you say?'' he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Owen stared at him for a moment before letting out an exaggerated sigh.
