The private jet continued its steady climb, disappearing into the endless blue sky.
Far below, the world carried on, completely unaware of the game unfolding behind the scenes.
Back at Blackwood Manor, the morning resumed as though nothing had happened.
Dressed in a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and neatly knotted tie, Damien descended the grand staircase looking every bit the composed businessman preparing for another day at the office.
As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he found Dominic, Charles, and Eleanor seated in the living room over their morning tea.
Dominic was the first to notice him. He set his teacup down before looking at Damien.
“Son, I just spoke with your mother,” he said. “Everything went according to plan. Their plane took off a few minutes ago, a
