Richest Mogul

Skylar couldn't sleep. She opened the curtains. The sky was still dark, but the rain had stopped.

She had checked the weather forecast last night. It predicted more rain today.

As long as it wasn't a storm or severe condition, the flights shouldn't be affected. Thinking of this, she chuckled softly to herself. She was already missing Joe.

He hadn't been away for long. There had been plenty of business trips like this. Maybe it was the gloomy weather, the constant rain, and the lack of sunlight that were messing with her emotions.

She reached for a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took a sip. The coolness grounded her, waking her up even more.

Her mind lingered on a dream from the night before. In it, she and Joe were arguing, both consumed by suspicion due to a misunderstanding.

Dreams like that were rare but unsettling. Once they appeared, they clung to her, leaving her uneasy. Life had been so peaceful and happy these past few years that a dream like this felt more like a warning.

She shook her head, chuckling softly. Work was a better distraction. Muriel had sent her a few design drafts and needed her feedback, but she had been too busy to take a proper look.

Now seemed like a good time.

...

At the airport, everything seemed to be running smoothly.

their ticket for today, he had been worried there

weather in Jipsburg had improved

security, they sat down to wait for boarding. Paul glanced

a

eyebrow immediately and turned to Joe. "Mr. Martin, I just saw

really be this much of a

eyes red and her head lowered, was

Elsie Shepard. She

Mr. Rowe's secretary." Paul had only recently asked

the nature

no solid conclusions had come up

into her in the hotel elevator. And now, here she was again,

was nowhere to

slightly, his expression remaining calm and detached. "Hmm," he responded

current situation,

weren't always accurate.

already taken

her head down.

she wasn't playing on her phone or