The flight was not long, it took only two and a half hours and they were there. Aaron guided Laurel through the airport corridors, toward the exit. A well-dressed driver seemed to be waiting and led them to the shiny black car that had been prepared. The journey itself is short; suddenly they arrived at the main road, then stopped at a hotel full of elegant lights, leaving Laurel in awe. Even though she restrained herself from looking embarrassing in front of Aaron.

The man took her hand affectionately and led her to the president suite on the top floor of the hotel. It seems the staff at this hotel...