After Liam finished the last bite of breakfast, he set his fork down neatly on the plate.
Evelyn stepped forward as though ready to ask if he wanted anything else, but he simply gave her a polite nod before walking toward the front door.
Waiting by the door was Mason, the head of his security detail. The man's presence was solid, almost military-like, with his shoulders squared, eyes sharp, suit pressed without a wrinkle.
While Liam had been eating, he'd taken a call from Captain Harris, the helicopter pilot. Harris's tone had been crisp and professional, informing him that the Sikorsky was already on standby at the Granworth Executive Tower — the closest helipad in the city where private choppers were permitted to land.
The moment he hung up, Liam had called Mason over.
"Ready the Ghost," he'd said simply. "We're taking it out."
Now, it was time to leave.
