"Of course," Michael said brightly, throwing an arm over Jayden's shoulder and giving him a rough shake. "Jayden and I go way back-childhood friends. Practically inseparable. We grew up in the same neighborhood, took flying lessons together when we were sixteen..."

Jayden looked away slightly, a faint flush rising to his cheeks as he adjusted his uniform collar. He'd never been comfortable with too much personal attention. Jane nodded slowly, still processing the information-she'd known Michael was friendly and well-connected, but she'd never guessed he had such a long history with the company's leadership.

"Wait-" Michael suddenly froze mid-sentence, his arm still draped over Jayden's shoulder as realization hit him like a physical blow. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he looked from Jayden to Jane and back again. "You two know each other too? Like... know know each other?"

"I-" Jane began, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thought about how to explain their unusual relationship.

But Jayden cut in smoothly, extending the insulated flask he'd been holding toward her. The familiar blue and silver container was warm to the touch-she recognized it as the one she'd gifted him for their six-month anniversary, engraved with their initials.

"Eat first," he said, his voice carrying a note of gentle authority. "It'll get cold. I'll explain later."

Jane accepted it, a little surprised by his thoughtfulness. The flask was heavy in her hands, and she could feel the warmth of the food inside seeping through the metal.

Before she could say anything else, Jayden grabbed Michael by the shoulder and began dragging him away, his grip firm but not harsh.

"Hey-wait-!" Michael protested, stumbling slightly as he was pulled along. "You just gave her my meal-I was looking forward to that! I skipped breakfast because I knew you'd bring something good!"

Jayden clamped a hand over his mouth mid-sentence and pulled him off toward the parking lot, his expression impassive even as Michael continued to mumble complaints against his palm.

Jane watched them go, amusement flickering in her eyes as she shook her head.

So they're childhood friends, she thought, twisting the cap off the flask and breathing in the familiar scent of chicken adobo. But their personalities are completely different. Michael's like a golden retriever-energetic, friendly, impossible to ignore. Jayden's more like a cat-quiet, observant, and does things on his own terms.

Her expression softened briefly as she poured the warm food into the small container she'd pulled from her bag-he'd even packed extra rice and a side of pickled vegetables, just the way she liked it.

Then her brow furrowed slightly as a new thought occurred to her.

If Michael is a co-pilot... what exactly does Jayden do? She'd heard rumors about him being high up in the company, but no one ever seemed to have clear information about his role. He said he was chief pilot, but why would he be carrying my favorite meal around like he'd been planning to meet me?

She exhaled and walked off toward the pilot lounge, the warm food in her hands a small comfort against the cool terminal air.

Pilot Cafeteria – Later

Jane sat alone at a corner table in the nearly empty cafeteria, her tray untouched for a moment. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed softly, casting harsh shadows across the linoleum floor. She'd found a quiet spot away from the main crowds, preferring to eat in peace before her next briefing.

She had already eaten the food Jayden brought earlier-every last bite, even scraping the flask clean because it had tasted so much like home. Now, staring at the cafeteria meal in front of her-a sad-looking sandwich, lukewarm soup, and a small salad that looked like it had been sitting out for hours-she couldn't bring herself to pick up her fork.

It didn't compare.

At all.

She picked at the sandwich half-heartedly, taking a small bite and immediately regretting it. The bread was dry, the turkey flavorless, and the lettuce was already beginning to wilt.

I'm starting to hate this place, she thought, pushing the tray away slightly. His cooking is too good... is he secretly a chef? I've never met anyone who can make adobo taste like my grandmother's.

Across from her, two flight attendants sat down at a nearby table, their voices carrying clearly in the quiet room as they chatted freely.

"I heard the Chief Pilot stepped down from a top position," one said, pulling out her phone to show the other something on the screen. "The one who was running all the international routes? They say he gave up his spot on the flagship Tokyo flight."

Jane's hand paused slightly over her tray, her curiosity piqued despite herself. She'd heard about the Chief Pilot position-everyone in the company had. It was one of the most prestigious roles in Aurelia, reserved for only the most skilled and experienced pilots.

"Really?" the other replied, leaning in to look at the phone. "Wasn't he flying advanced jets before? Like military level? I heard he did a tour with the air force before joining Aurelia."

"Exactly. So why switch to civil aviation? And why give up such a high-profile route?"

The first leaned closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper even though the cafeteria was nearly empty.

"I heard the heir of Aurelia Airlines is returning to take over. Big background-went to all the best schools, trained with some of the top aviation companies in Europe. Very low profile since he came back to the country a few months ago."

Jane listened-briefly-her fork hovering over her plate. Corporate politics had never interested her much; she'd always believed that skill and dedication should be enough to advance in any industry.

Corporate gossip, she dismissed, returning to her food and finding it even less appealing than before. She'd rather be in the cockpit than listening to rumors about company leadership.

"Apparently," the first added, her voice dropping even lower, "only First Officer Torres has met him-they say he's the only one who knows what the heir looks like, what he's really like-"

But Jane had already tuned them out, her attention drifting to the window overlooking the tarmac. She watched as a Boeing 747 taxied slowly toward the runway, its engines roaring to life with a familiar sound that always made her heart race with excitement.

The conversation faded into background noise, just another part of the constant hum of activity that filled the airport. Moments later, the two attendants hurried off after receiving a message on their phones, gathering their bags and rushing toward the exit with worried expressions.

Jane remained.

Alone.

Until-

"Captain Harley."

She looked up to find Jayden standing beside her table, his uniform immaculate as always, his expression calm and unreadable. Michael stood just behind him, bouncing slightly on his heels with barely contained energy.

"Mind if we join you for lunch?" Michael asked cheerfully, pulling out the chair across from her and sitting down without waiting for an answer.

Jayden followed, taking the seat beside him. He'd already removed his jacket, rolling up his sleeves to reveal forearms corded with muscle-evidence of years spent handling heavy controls and maintaining physical fitness requirements.

Michael leaned forward eagerly, his elbows on the table as he looked between Jane and Jayden.

"Let me tell you-this guy here-" he pointed at Jayden, nearly poking him in the eye, "-is Aurelia's newly appointed chief-"

"Jane," Jayden cut in smoothly, his eyes on her nearly untouched tray, his expression shifting slightly to one of concern. "Is this what you're eating?"

"I have a flight tomorrow to Seattle-red-eye departure," she replied, picking at a loose thread on her uniform sleeve. "Tonight I won't have time to go home and cook. I was just going to grab something quick here."

Michael shifted in his seat, confused by the sudden change in direction. He'd been about to reveal Jayden's full role in the company-something he'd been dying to tell someone about for weeks.

Jayden sighed softly,

Without hesitation, he reached over and pushed her tray slightly aside.

"Don't force yourself to eat something you don't like," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I'll bring you dinner tonight-after your briefing. I'll even pack it so you can take it with you if you need to leave early."

Michael froze, his fork halfway to his mouth as he looked from the container of food to Jane's surprised expression to Jayden's focused gaze.

"Wait..." he said slowly, setting his fork down and turning to Jane with wide eyes. "'Go home'?

Then to Jayden, his voice rising slightly.

"'Bring dinner'? Like... you live together? Cook for each other?"

His eyes darted between them, noticing the small things he'd missed before-the way Jayden's hand lingered near Jane's arm when he set down the food, the way Jane didn't seem surprised by his familiarity.

"...What exactly is going on here?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and betrayal.

Jayden ignored him completely, his attention still focused on Jane. He'd always been able to tune out distractions when something mattered to him.

"You didn't tell me you were working the red-eye," he continued, his thumb brushing lightly against the edge of the container as if checking its temperature. "So I cooked for two-made extra of your favorite fried rice with shrimp."

Jane paused, looking down at the warm food in front of her. His tone was matter-of-fact, but she could hear the faint note of... something else underneath. Disappointment? Concern?

That sounds like... a complaint? she thought, looking up at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble?" she asked carefully, not wanting to seem ungrateful but also aware of how busy he must be. "You're probably swamped with work-"

Michael waved his hands dramatically between them, nearly knocking over his glass of water.

"Hello? Anyone? I'm still here!" he said, leaning forward until his face was nearly between theirs. "Can someone explain this situation to me? Are you two... are you seeing each other?"

No response. Jayden was still looking at Jane, waiting for her answer. Jane was trying to find the right words to thank him without making things awkward.

He leaned even closer, inserting himself between them and waving his hands in front of their faces.

"Is anyone listening-"

Jayden casually pushed his face aside with his palm, his expression never changing as he continued to look at Jane.

"Jane," he said calmly, his voice cutting through Michael's protests.

A pause. The cafeteria fell quiet around them, the only sound the distant clatter of dishes in the kitchen.

Then-

"We are married."

Silence.

Absolute and complete.

Michael blinked.

Once.

Twice.

His mouth opened and closed several times, no sound coming out. Then-

"...Married?!" he exploded, nearly jumping out of his seat and knocking his chair back with a loud scrape against the floor.

Michael trailed behind Jayden in the polished corridor, his footsteps echoing loudly against the tile floor. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his face flushed with agitation.

"Jayden," he snapped, catching up and walking beside him, "you got married and didn't tell me? That's just cruel. We've been friends since we were seven years old-you told me when you got your first pimple, when you failed your driver's test, when you decided to join the air force. But you can't tell me you married Captain Harley?"

Jayden stopped mid-stride, his hand already on the door handle to his office. He turned slowly, his expression unreadable as always-his eyes dark and focused, his jaw set in a firm line.

"Last time," he began slowly, his voice low and measured, "you dragged me into that empty meeting room.."

Michael stared at him for a second-then burst into laughter, doubling over slightly as he clutched his stomach.

"Oh, that?" he said, straightening up and stepping closer, wiping tears from his eyes. "I didn't even know she was your wife then! And besides..." he added with a wide grin, clapping Jayden on the shoulder, "if I hadn't stepped in.., she would've been set up"

Jayden's gaze hardened slightly, his hand tightening on the door handle. "So," he said coolly, his voice carrying an edge of steel, "you see yourself as the hero? Rescuing my wife from a bad assignment?"

Michael's smile faltered. He clenched his jaw, his playful demeanor fading slightly as he realized he'd struck a nerve. Jayden had always been protective of those he cared about-even if he rarely showed it.

Before he could respond-

"Polar Cargo," Jayden said flatly, turning to push open his office door. "They need a pilot for their Anchorage route starting next week. Report there tomorrow for orientation."

Michael froze, his mouth falling open in shock.

"What?!" he shouted, following Jayden into the office. "It's minus fifty degrees there! How am I supposed to survive that? I can barely handle the cold when we fly over Canada!"

Jayden walked to his desk, setting down his briefcase and beginning to sort through the stack of reports waiting for him. "The aircraft is climate-controlled. You'll be fine."

"Wait-!" Michael ran around the desk to block his path. "You're jealous over this, aren't you? Because I flew with her and you didn't? Because I almost asked her to dinner?"

Jayden stopped again, his hands hovering over a folder. Without turning to face Michael, his shoulders tensed slightly.

"New assignment," he added calmly, not looking up. "Effective immediately-you'll be responsible for scrubbing and sanitizing the toilets on all domestic flights for the next month."

"Ah!" Michael cried, throwing his hands up in the air. "You're abusing your power! This is harassment! I'm going to file a complaint with HR!"

Jayden turned sharply, his chair spinning with the movement. His expression was no longer calm-his eyes were dark with seriousness, his jaw tight with barely contained frustration.

Michael immediately realized his mistake, his playful anger vanishing as he took a small step back. He'd never seen Jayden this upset-not even when he'd accidentally crashed their model airplane into Jayden's father's prize rose bushes when they were kids.

"...I was joking," he said quickly, forcing a nervous laugh and holding up his hands in surrender. "Totally joking. HR would never believe me anyway-everyone knows you're the most fair-minded person in the company."

He stepped forward and grabbed Jayden's hand, shaking it dramatically with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"My boss. My dearest, most wonderful boss. I was wrong," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I should've known better than to tease you about your personal life. Don't worry-I'll write a full incident report about today's flight. Eight thousand words. Handwritten. In calligraphy, if you want."

Jayden exhaled slowly, closing his eyes briefly as if gathering his patience. When he opened them again, the anger had faded, replaced by his usual calm composure.

Then turned to leave-heading toward the window that overlooked the tarmac-

But paused.

"And the cafeteria food is terrible," he added, glancing back at Michael with a slight frown. "It's affecting pilot performance. Fix it."

He walked off toward the door, pausing with his hand on the frame.

"I'll cover the cost from the executive budget."

Michael stood there, stunned for a moment-then quickly nodded, clasping his hands together in exaggerated gratitude.

"Yes, sir! Right away, sir! "

Later – Cafeteria

The atmosphere was completely different from just a few hours ago. Where the room had once been nearly empty and depressing, it was now bustling with activity, the air filled with the delicious scent of fresh food and happy conversation.

"Wow!" one air hostess exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight as she looked at the buffet spread. "Seafood today? I haven't seen lobster in the company cafeteria since I started working here five years ago!"

Another leaned closer, whispering excitedly as she piled grilled salmon onto her plate.

"I heard the Chief Pilot personally approved the menu change," she said, glancing around as if sharing a secret. "Said pilots need a high-protein diet to maintain focus and physical stamina during long flights."

The first beamed, picking up a small bowl of shrimp scampi. "I love our Chief Pilot. Whoever he is-he really cares about us."

Across the room, Jane stepped in, pausing just inside the doorway as she took in the transformation. The gray, institutional decor seemed brighter somehow, the tables had been wiped clean and set with fresh napkins, and the buffet line stretched nearly the length of the room with an array of colorful, appetizing dishes.

She paused.

Looked at the spread-lobster tails, grilled fish, steamed vegetables, fresh salads, even a dessert station with chocolate-covered strawberries and miniature cheesecakes.

Then smiled-genuinely. A warm, wide smile that made her eyes light up. She'd been dreading lunch after her terrible meal earlier, and this was a welcome surprise.

She picked up her tray and made her way through the line, loading up on grilled halibut and roasted asparagus. As she reached the end of the line, the cafeteria worker handed her a bright blue voucher.

"Complimentary meal for all captains today," the worker said with a smile. "Courtesy of management."

Jane sat down at her usual corner table, clearly pleased as she arranged her food on the table. Before eating, she took out her phone, holding it up to capture the colorful spread.

Lunch today is amazing at the cafeteria! Come get freebies while they last. I even got a 'relatively' free meal voucher-"

She sent it.

To Jayden.

Moments later-

A reply came in."I'm busy"with a photo

Taken from the cockpit of what looked like a private jet, with the camera pointed out the window. Buildings stretched beneath a clear blue sky, the city spread out like a miniature model below. No caption was needed.

Jane stared at it for a moment, a soft smile touching her lips. She knew that view-

Then shook her head lightly and returned to her food, taking a bite of the perfectly cooked fish and closing her eyes in satisfaction.

Jayden's Office

Jayden sat at his desk, typing a quick reply to Jane's message before locking his phone screen. He'd taken the photo just minutes ago, banking the plane slightly to get the perfect angle-something he never would've done for anyone else.

The door creaked open quietly. Michael slipped in, his shoes silent against the carpet as he sneaked closer to the desk, holding his phone up like he was about to take a picture.

"Jayden," he whispered, leaning over the desk dramatically. "You need to see this."

Jayden didn't look up, continuing to sign documents from the in-box. "If this is another photo of you making silly faces in the cockpit, I'm not interested."

"Guess who's smiling in the cafeteria today?" Michael added, waving his phone in front of Jayden's face. The screen showed a candid shot of Jane laughing as she talked to another pilot at a nearby table.

Jayden immediately locked his own screen and turned to him, his expression sharp with focus.

"Polar route transfer paperwork is in your inbox," he said flatly, reaching for his phone again. "You have until the end of the day to sign it."

Michael froze, his smile dropping instantly.

Then gritted his teeth, setting his phone down on the desk.

"Hey," he said, leaning in dramatically with his elbows on the desk, "I'm invested in your love life. It's not every day my best friend marries a total badass like Captain Harley. You secretly upgraded the entire cafeteria menu just to make her happy-does Jane even know it was you?"

"She doesn't need to," Jayden replied calmly, returning to his paperwork. "I did it for all the pilots. It's about performance, not personal reasons."

Michael clicked his tongue, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"What a secret admirer," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "Should I... accidentally tell her? '"

Jayden turned his head.

Slowly.

His eyes met Michael's-cold and steady, with just a hint of warning.

Michael stiffened immediately, sitting up straight and clearing his throat.

"...I'll go write that eight-thousand-word report now," he said quickly, backing away from the desk toward the door. "Handwritten. In cursive. I promise."

He turned to leave-

"Wait."

Michael stopped, his hand on the door handle.

Jayden's voice was quieter now, softer than before.

"...Did she say anything? About the food?"

Michael paused, his back still turned to Jayden. Then he turned slowly, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face.

Got him.

"Want to know?" he said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. "You'll have to beg me."

Jayden closed his eyes briefly, clearly losing patience. He reached for his phone again, his thumb already hovering over the Polar route transfer email.

"Oh-no, no, no-wait-!" Michael blurted out, jumping forward and waving his hands to stop him. "She loved it! She stared at the lobster like it was her long-lost love-even took a picture"

Jayden's hand stopped, his fingers still hovering over his phone. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips before he quickly hid it, returning to his serious expression.

He set the phone down.

"Announce this," he said, standing up and reaching for his jacket.

Michael blinked, confused. "Announce what?"

"I'm treating all captains to a seafood dinner tonight at the seafood restaurant downtown-La Mer."

Jayden buttoned his jacket and walked past Michael toward the door.

He walked out, leaving Michael standing in the middle of the office, staring after him with his mouth slightly open.

Michael exhaled heavily, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head.

"...How did this guy even get married?" he muttered to himself, picking up his phone and scrolling through his contacts to make the reservation. "He can't even tell her he likes her, but he'll remodel the entire cafeteria and buy out a restaurant just to make her happy."

He shook his head, typing quickly on his phone.

"Life is unfair," he said aloud, grinning despite himself. "But at least I get free lobster out of it."

The private dining room at La Mer glowed under warm golden lights cast by crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The long mahogany table was set with polished silverware, crystal glasses that caught the light like tiny prisms, and crisp white linens that looked as soft as silk. The rich scent of saffron, grilled lobster, and aged Bordeaux lingered in the air, wrapping the space in quiet luxury that felt both intimate and grand.

Captains filled the room in small clusters, their conversations low but lively as they sampled hors d'oeuvres and discussed everything from new aircraft models to recent flight routes. The sound of clinking glasses and polite laughter filled the space, creating a comfortable buzz that spoke of colleagues gathering after long days in the air.

At one end of the table, Jenny sat poised in a short white dress that showed off her toned legs, her blonde hair styled in loose waves that fell over her shoulders. She held a glass of deep red wine in one hand, swirling it lazily as her eyes scanned the room with quiet calculation. Reuben-sat to her right, his shoulders hunched, his expression tense and withdrawn as he stared at his untouched plate. Captain Lena-an experienced pilot with twenty years in the industry-took the seat on Jenny's left, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun, her attention divided between her conversation and Jenny's occasional comments.

Jenny tilted her glass slightly, letting the wine catch the light as she spoke.

"You wouldn't believe how high and mighty our new captain thinks she is," she said, her voice just loud enough to carry across the immediate vicinity, her eyes cutting toward the door as if expecting someone to walk in.

Lena glanced at her, her brow furrowed with curiosity. "Who are you talking about?"

Jenny leaned closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper even though she clearly wanted others to hear.

"Jane Harley. You know-the one who just made captain last month? Last assessment? Even the examiner gave her special treatment. I heard he let her retake a maneuver three times-something no one else has ever been allowed to do."

Lena frowned slightly, shaking her head. "No way. Jane's records are solid-all her scores are in the top percentile. I reviewed them myself when she applied for the captain program."

"Solid?" Jenny let out a short, sharp laugh, her tone sharpening as she set her glass down a little too hard on the table. "Some people are just good at faking perfection. You never know what goes on behind closed doors to get ahead in this industry."

At that moment-

The door opened.

Jane stepped in, wearing a deep blue dress that fell to her knees, paired with simple black heels. Her dark hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and her posture was straight as a plumb line-commanding without being ostentatious. Her expression was calm, professional-but her eyes were sharp, taking in every detail of the room as she entered.

She had heard everything.

Jenny's smile froze on her face, her lips curving into something that looked more like a grimace. Her grip on her wine glass loosened involuntarily-

Red wine spilled over the rim, splashing onto her white dress in a dark, spreading stain.

"Talking about me that loudly?" Jane said, her voice even and clear, cutting through the sudden quiet that had fallen over the table. "Were you afraid I might miss it?"

Jenny quickly grabbed a stack of napkins, dabbing frantically at her dress as she forced composure back into her features. Her cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment and anger.

"Am I wrong?" she shot back, her voice higher than usual. "You made captain in under five years-faster than anyone in Aurelia's history. Who knows what tactics you used to get there?"

Jane let out a soft, genuine laugh as she walked closer to the table, her movements deliberate and confident.

"Shortcuts like seducing my ex?" she asked lightly, her eyes meeting Jenny's without flinching. "then tried to sabotage my promotion?"

Jenny stiffened, her hands stilling on the stained fabric of her dress.

"Or tampering with evaluation scores?" Jane continued, her voice growing slightly colder as she listed each accusation. "Like you did when you tried to change your landing performance data last year?"

Jenny's gaze shifted away, her eyes darting toward Reuben as if seeking support.

"Or skipping flight checks and delaying an entire crew?" Jane finished, her voice carrying across the silent room. "Like you did on flight GC2711, forcing us to scramble for a replacement at the last minute?"

Silence spread across the table like ice water. Several captains exchanged shocked glances-they'd heard about the delay on GC2711, but no one had known the full story.

Jenny's carefully constructed confidence began to crack, her hands trembling slightly as she dropped the soiled napkins onto her plate.

Before she could respond-

Lena stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.

"Wait," she said, pointing at Jenny with a steady finger. "Flight GC2711's delay... that was because of you? I heard they had to replace the first officer right before takeoff."

Jenny's lips parted-but no words came out. She looked from Lena to Reuben, but he refused to meet her eyes, staring down at his hands instead.

"Captain Harley had to scramble for a replacement," Lena continued, her tone firm and clear. "I've seen her fly-she's one of the most skilled pilots I've ever worked with."

Another captain-Marcus, who'd been flying for Aurelia for fifteen years-rose from his seat, raising his glass toward Jane.

"I've flown with you before," he said, his voice carrying across the room. "That crosswind emergency landing you handled in Denver last winter? Textbook. Not many could pull that off-especially not with a plane full of passengers and cargo. Your promotion was earned, fair and square."

Murmurs of agreement followed, several other captains nodding in support or raising their glasses in a toast.

Reuben shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable as the attention turned to him. He'd been the one who'd approved Jenny's assignment to GC2711, despite concerns from other crew members.

"Enough," he snapped, slamming his hand down on the table hard enough to make glasses rattle.

He dragged the chair beside him slightly, gesturing toward Jane with a wave of his hand.

"Sit"

Jane didn't even glance at the empty chair. Her eyes moved over him-cold, dismissive, like she was looking at something unimportant.

Then she walked past him and took another seat at the far end of the table.

Reuben's jaw tightened, embarrassment flashing across his face as he realized she'd deliberately snubbed him.

"Jane," he began, his voice low and threatening as he leaned forward slightly. "Don't push this too-"

The door opened again, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Quite a gathering we have here," Michael's voice cut in as he stepped inside, his usual easy smile on his face. He wore a dark suit that fit perfectly, his tie slightly loosened in typical Michael fashion.

The room quieted instantly-

He stepped aside slightly, gesturing behind him with a dramatic flourish.

"Let me introduce you all," he said, raising his voice so everyone could hear, "to Aurelia's new Chief Pilot-"

A pause. He let the anticipation build for just a moment.

"Jayden Blackwood."

Jayden stepped fully into the room, and the atmosphere shifted immediately. He wore a tailored black suit with no tie, his white shirt open at the collar in a way that somehow looked both casual and incredibly powerful. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his eyes scanned the room with calm authority.

Some captains straightened instinctively in their seats. Others exchanged quick glances-they'd heard rumors about the new Chief Pilot, but no one had expected him to be so young, so commanding.

Power had entered the room.

Jane froze.

Her breath caught-

Just for a second.

Her hand, which had been reaching for her water glass, stilled in mid-air, she'd never imagined he was the Chief Pilot-the highest-ranking pilot in the entire organization.

Their eyes met across the room.

Jayden's expression softened for just a fraction of a second, something unspoken passing through his gaze-regret, apology, something deeper that Jane couldn't quite name.

Then he looked around the room, his features settling back into composed control.

"I apologize," he said calmly, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet space. "I'm late-."

But his eyes flickered back to Jane-

And in them-

Was something close to an apology meant only for her.