Celina remained seated in the armchair, motionless, her eyes wide, still trying to process the scene she had witnessed minutes earlier. Her heart was racing, as if it wanted to jump out of her mouth. The jet's cabin... Thor... and the flight attendant.

She put her hand to her head, trying to contain her confusion. Why did it upset her so much? They had nothing. Thor was just her boss. A free man, capable of doing whatever he wanted with his life. And her? She was just one night. One damn night