The next day, an exhausted Clara arrived at Garrett's residence, yawning as she spoke. "Everything has been arranged. You'd better be confident this will work."
"Rest assured, Lady Clara."
***
Over Montiria's capital, Everton, a plane was rapidly descending from the sky. Inside the cockpit, both the pilot and co-pilot wore ashen expressions, their eyes filled with pain.
The previous night, a woman had shown up at their homes with a group of thugs. She told them that if they caused the plane to crash that day, they would each receive ten million in hush money.
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