to surrender your assigned place.”
“I know.”
Richard gave a satisfied smile.
“Finally. A sensible decision.”
Zara looked directly at him.
“You may not feel that way in a few minutes.”
Then she walked toward the galley.
Elizabeth followed.
Zara opened a protected folder on her phone.
Her father had created it before her first solo international journey.
There were three emergency contacts.
Home.
Security.
Dad — Operations.
She tapped the third.
He answered almost immediately.
“Zara? Everything okay?”
“Not exactly.”
She explained the situation.
Her father listened without interrupting.
“Are
