As soon as Thor hung up, he picked up the extension for Zoe’s office and dialed.

“Zoe, I need you to contact the pilot of the jet. I have to make an emergency trip to France. I need to take off in no more than two hours.”

“France?” she asked, startled.

“Yes. There’s been a serious issue at the branch there. Arrange everything. Clear my schedule until Friday. Call the legal department as well and tell them I’ll be in touch from there. Any urgent matters, forward them to my personal email.”

“All right. Do you want me to notify anyone else?”

“No. That’s it for now. Oh… and ask Mrs. Cortez to pack my suitcase. Tell her I’ll be home in twenty minutes.”

“Understood.”

Thor ended the call. He grabbed the folder of documents he would take, slipped on his blazer, and left the office without another word.

About thirty minutes later, Thor arrived at his penthouse. Mrs. Cortez, efficient as always, had already packed everything he might need. Without wasting time, he went upstairs, took a quick sh