Mathilda’s POV

I woke up when the plane began to shake from turbulence. The sky outside was dark and heavy, flashes of lightning slicing through the clouds. My heart started to race — I hated this kind of weather.

I glanced at my watch. Two in the afternoon. Apparently, I’d been asleep for quite a while.

When I looked over at Fredric and Paula, both seemed to be asleep too — no whispering, no movement between them. The flight was still long, and boredom was creeping in. Maybe I’d just go back to sleep.

I slipped my eye mask back on and let the darkness pull me under again. Slowly, my thoughts faded… until I heard a voice whisper right by my ear.

“Hey, can we talk for a moment?”

If only I could answer, ‘No, I can’t.’

What could she possibly want?

I lifted my eye mask and looked at Paula, nodding stiffly.

“Well,” she began, crossing her legs with a smirk, “I think this little drama we’ve been putting on has worked out pretty well for us. You’ve gotten to live the high life — a big-name