Chapter 5 - The Clean Break
I turned away from the glass railing, walking toward the terminal exit with a steady, unhurried stride. The heavy wool of my coat brushed against my knees, and for the first time in ten years, I felt completely weightless.
As I stepped out into the crisp Dallas air, a sleek black town car idled by the curb. The rear door swung open instantly.
Gerald sat inside, adjusting his silver-rimmed glasses, a warm, approving smile touching his lips as I slid into the leather seat beside him.
"Flight’s delayed, I assume?" Gerald asked, handing me a fresh cup of black coffee.
"Something like that," I replied, taking the cup and watching the Dallas/Fort Worth skyline stretch out before us under the vast Texas sky. "Let's go home, Gerald. Or rather... let's go to the office. I have a new firm to build."
Gerald chuckled, tapping the partition window to signal the driver. "It's good to have you back, Megan. The corporate world missed its apex predator."
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"I was never gone, Gerald," I said, looking out the window as the airport receded into the distance. "I was just taking a very long nap."
Behind us, miles away in Terminal C, Jack Walker was learning the hardest lesson of his life: never underestimate a woman who chose to stay quiet, because when she finally speaks, her words carry the weight of an avalanche.
