The Slumdog Billionaire

117. Business Mogul Deal

Henry’s glass clinked softly as he set it down. His fingers tightened around the edges of the bar, the chill of the surface grounding him. The jet’s steady hum was the only sound in the cabin, but his mind roared with unspoken words.

The door burst open again, and this time, Simon stood there, his face unreadable.

“We’re in the air, sir,” he announced. His tone was neutral, but his eyes scanned Henry’s face, reading every line of tension. “Anything else you need?”

Henry shook his head, his lips pressed into a firm line. “No. Just keep us on course.”

Simon hesitated for a moment before nodding and closing the door behind him. Alone again, Henry exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. The weight of Léa’s words pressed on him, louder now than the engines beneath his feet.

But his solitude was fleeting. Léa barged back into the room like a storm, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

“You can’t just dismiss me like that,” she snapped, her voice cutting through