Connor (The Billionaires of Whispers #3)

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DAISY

C onnor had the jet fueled and ready, our teams briefed, and we landed in New York before the day's end. It was a whirlwind, yet nothing felt rushed or stressed. Traveling privately is definitely a luxury. One I’m not used to, and even though I flew in his jet to arrive in Whispers weeks ago, flying back to the city just because I missed my parents seems indulgent.

The way the air hostess greeted him, offering him obviously curated food and drinks, the pilot having a private conversation with him about the flight path and landing routes, the drivers who take care of all the luggage upon arriving at the penthouse, a fridge full of high-end food, not a speck of dust to be seen; a glittering view of the New York skyline that only multimillionaires could buy, it’s all overwhelming and completely different from my life. It’s going to be hard to go back to using the subway to get to work when I’m back at Sunshine with Mom.