By the time the Bombardier Global 7500 began its descent toward Geneva Airport, the afternoon sky over Switzerland was a blanket of dark velvet overcast. Below, the glittering lights of the city bounced off the still waters of Lake Geneva, creating a stark contrast to the storm that had spent the last eight hours consuming the capital back home.
Inside the quiet main lounge, the soft chime of the cabin intercom broke the steady hum of the twin engines.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've initiated our final approach," the pilot's voice echoed smoothly. "Local time is 1700 sharp. Ground temperature in Geneva is twelve degrees Celsius."
Aliya stretched her arms, yawning softly as she closed her tablet. Beside her, Fancy was staring out the window, her initial paralyzing anxiety finally giving way to tired wonder as the Swiss landscape rushed up to meet them.
