Cecilia’s pov
"I’ve already called a taxi," I said, surprised by Liam’s sudden appearance.
"You can call it off." Liam stepped out of the car with a friendly smile, taking my luggage and placing it in the trunk before I could protest.
If he hadn’t been driving such a luxurious vehicle, passersby might have thought I was being kidnapped.
Liam opened the rear door for with practiced courtesy. "Co on, don’t be bashful. It’s on our way."
His enthusiasm made feel awkward—having soone of his position open a door for felt improper. Still, it would be rude to refuse such hospitality. I thanked him and slid into the backseat.
That’s when I saw him—Sebastian sitting on the other side.
He wasn’t dressed formally—no tie, no jacket. Just a light blue shirt, black trousers, and polished shoes. Simple, but classy.
His cufflinks caught the morning light filtering through the window, gleaming like silver shards. The pale glow cast across his shirt made him look almost unreal—cool, composed, distant.
I adjusted the hem of my trench coat, trying to ignore the way my pulse went haywire in his presence.
"Good morning," I offered, keeping my tone steady.
We sat far enough apart that nothing could be misconstrued—no accidental contact, no false familiarity. Still, I felt the space between us crackling with unspoken tension.
He gave a slight nod.
Polite. Cold. Effortless.
I pressed my lips together, swallowing the embarrassnt that rose in my chest.
Of course. The warm, humble deanor was just a mask he wore in public. Cold detachnt was his true nature.
And why wouldn’t it be?
He was born into power. Raised among wolves who ruled by silence and bloodlines. He didn’t need charm. He had legacy.
The car started moving again, pulling into traffic.
I sat there, looking down at my phone, canceling my ride.
"Going on a trip?"
A low, clear voice reached my ears.
I turned my head instinctively, answering without thinking, "Yes."
"Where to?"
"Iceland."
He was asking such detailed questions. Strange—Alphas didn’t usually make small talk. Maybe he was just bored.
I expected Sebastian to drop the conversation there, but he added, "That’s quite far."
"...Ah, yes, it is pretty far," I agreed, nodding.
"Was this trip planned in advance or a last-minute decision?" Sebastian asked casually, his tone suddenly more approachable.
I answered naturally, "Of course it was planned—"
Halfway through, I abruptly stopped, suddenly rembering I’d recently asked him for a job... A woman who had planned a long trip asking for employnt...
My expression turned awkward as I silently prayed he wouldn’t rember.
But his friendly expression fading told he had rembered!
No! He’d totally set up!
In this mont of intense awkwardness, Beta Sawyer, sitting in the front passenger seat, made it worse: "So Cecilia, have you given up on the job application?"
"...!!"
I wanted to disappear. lting into the leather seat felt like a valid option.
Embarrassed, and a little stung, I said quietly, "I was going to cancel the trip if the job application worked out, but since Alpha Sebastian rejected ..."
It was the truth. I needed the space. But if I’d been hired, I would’ve rearranged everything. No problem.
"What if I’ve changed my mind?"
Sebastian’s voice was calm, composed. But his gaze was sharp, unreadable.
My heart skipped. "You an... I’ve been hired?"
My voice sounded breathless and disbelieving even to my own ears.
Now? While I was heading to catch a flight?
He didn’t answer. But the corner of his mouth lifted in a subtle, teasing smile.
"Weren’t you going on a trip?"
I blinked. The implication hit a beat later.
But I haven’t left yet!!
"I can cancel the trip. I can start work imdiately," I said quickly, sitting up straighter. My voice was firr now, more certain.
Only an idiot would turn down an opportunity like this.
"Imdiately?" he asked, brows slightly raised.
"Imdiately," I confird, no hesitation.
He studied for a mont, then smiled.
"I just thought Iceland was too far away."
There it was again—that layered aning. Distance, loyalty, escape.
He exchanged a glance with Sawyer, who had been listening to our conversation. Beta Sawyer imdiately said, "Cecilia, if you can start today, that would be ideal. Once we board the plane, I’ll brief you on the specific itinerary for this business trip."
I felt slightly confused.
How did hitching a ride turn into getting hired?
As bizarre as it was, I adapted quickly. "That’s fine. We still have so ti before reaching the airport, why don’t you send the itinerary now?"
Beta Sawyer chuckled. "No rush."
I nodded.
While we were talking, my phone, which I had silenced, received several more calls. Looking at it again, I noticed Harper had called as well.
I turned slightly away and called her back. "Harper."
"Xavier found your flight information. He’s racing to the airport now," Harper yelled frantically from the other end.
"..."
"This psycho has completely lost his mind, Cecilia. You should turn back and lay low for now."
"Hmm, let think about this," I said, rubbing my forehead.
After hanging up, I stared out the window. The weight in my chest returned—cold and heavy, like fog rolling in off the sea.
The car fell silent. Everyone had overheard my conversation with Harper.
Sebastian didn’t say anything.
Liam, unable to contain his compassion, offered reassurance. "Don’t worry, Alpha Sebastian has a private jet. The car can drive directly onto the tarmac. That man won’t be able to find you."
My face imdiately brightened. "That’s amazing!"
Why didn’t I think of that? I was traveling with an Alpha heir!
Sebastian glanced at . "Cecilia, you’re quite opportunistic."
Cecilia: "..."
Author
Xavier combed the airport but found no trace of Cecilia. He couldn’t locate her boarding information either, leading him to believe she had chickened out and left the airport.
He never considered the truth—That she was already in the air, miles above him, seated aboard Sebastian’s private jet.
The cabin was quiet and spacious, designed more like a luxury living room than a plane.
The air was crisp, infused with a subtle, clean fragrance that clung to the senses.
Every surface glead, every detail scread wealth and control.
As the plane lifted into the clouds, a rush of weightlessness pressed against Cecilia’s chest—a physical echo of the emotional shift within her.
She leaned toward the window, gazing down at the terminal below, imagining Xavier’s current state—frantic, enraged, probably having a ltdown, looking murderous... She smiled briefly before her expression turned distant...
Once the plane reached cruising altitude, flight attendants moved with silent precision, laying out a sumptuous breakfast.
Cecilia’s appetite was terrible; she ate very little.
Her hunger had vanished sowhere between relief and uncertainty.
She sat back, spine straight, hands resting in her lap.
Her eyes drifted to the clouds outside—white, endless, untouchable.
But peace remained just out of reach.
"Cecilia."
Sebastian’s voice cut through the hush—cool, composed, calm.
But not unfeeling.
She turned slightly, snapped out of her thoughts like waking from a dream.
"If you’re going to dwell on this with you," he said, "perhaps we should reconsider your employnt altogether."
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