Chapter 313 Summoned

• Grace
• My stomach churned like a washing machine on high spin as the sleek jet taxied down the runway. Beside me, Esme exuded an air of calm that bordered on serene, sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup and reading a book titled "The Art of Persuasive Negotiation." I, on the other hand, could barely hold down the contents of my own breakfast.
• The trial was set for a few hours from now. The looming specter of accusations, consequences, and an uncertain future had me on edge. Every bump in the air sent a jolt through me. Every announcement from the pilot felt like a harbinger of doom.