He blinked, thrown for a second, but then waved her off. “Get moving,” he snapped.
Tanya tore Lysandra’s ticket in half, the rip loud in the suddenly quiet cabin.
“Let’s go,” she said, pointing to the door. Lysandra stood, slow and deliberate, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.
The passengers were still laughing, some clapping like it was a show.
She paused at the door, turning just enough to look at Tanya.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. “I’ve seen enough.”
The words hung there, heavy like a stone dropped in still water. Tanya’s smirk faltered, just for a second.
Then Lysandra walked down the stairs, the laughter chasing her out into the cold.
At Orion’s headquarters, the air was thick with panic.
Gavin Hol, the interim CEO, paced the conference room, his tie loose, his face red.
