Ch-62
Author: Cupidaris
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The hum of the private jet faded into the distance as Miko Tanaka stepped onto the tarmac, flanked by two of her tech advisors.

Her posture was composed, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar skyline. She wore a sleek black suit, her long dark hair tied into a high knot. Nathan had arranged for a quiet arrival, without any press or cameras, but she still drew attention just by being herself.

Nathan was waiting at the terminal entrance, with Harper beside him.

When the women finally stood face to face, Nathan watched carefully, almost unconsciously letting the ring hum against his skin. It was an old habit now, sensing intentions, unraveling the first layer of thought before words were spoken.

But there was nothing for him to sense.

Miko’s mind, as before, was shrouded in mist, calculating, deliberate, but blurred. He felt a gentle static, like trying to tune into a station just slightly out of range.

But as he turned to Harper, preparing to sense the flicker of recognition or curiosity..
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