The car was already loaded by the time Arianne came downstairs, Gio standing at the base of the stairs with a tablet, the particular patience of a man who'd triple-checked every detail an hour ago and was now just waiting for the family to catch up to the schedule.
"Private terminal, no manifest filed under his name," Gio said, before she asked. "Kessler's team is meeting him planeside. Nobody at either end gets a photo unless we sell it ourselves."
"We're not selling it."
"Then nobody gets a photo." He didn't look up from the tablet. "His publicist already has three interview requests queued for when he lands. I told them all the same thing. No press until the shoot wraps."
"He'll thank you for that once he's home."
"He'll resent me for it this week and thank me when it wraps." Gio said it like a schedule item, not a joke, though it was both.
