The helicopter touched down on the Davenport Industries helipad at exactly 3:00 PM. Blair's stomach had been twisted into knots for the entire forty-minute flight, and the smooth landing did nothing to untangle them. Through the aircraft's windows, she could see the familiar glass and steel tower stretching into the San Francisco sky like a chrome monument to her family's empire.
Misato unbuckled her harness without speaking. The silence between them had stretched the entire flight, broken only by the helicopter's rotors and Blair's increasingly ragged breathing. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Monroe's amber gaze and felt that unwelcome heat crawling up her spine all over again.
"Miss Davenport." The pilot's voice crackled through the headset. "We're cleared for departure when you're ready to return."
"Thank you."
