The descent into Zurich Airport was turbulent, the Bombardier Global 7500 shuddering as it punched through the dense, heavy snowclouds blanketing the Swiss Alps.
Inside the ultra-luxury cabin, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the chaotic weather outside. It was a pressurized vacuum of lethal, calculated silence.
Ryan sat in the oversized leather captain's chair, staring out the oval window at the jagged, frozen peaks rushing up to meet them.
He wore a dark, heavy wool turtleneck and tailored slacks. His posture was relaxed, yet completely immovable, radiating the cold, dense gravity of a man preparing to execute a hostile takeover of the global elite.
Diana sat across the aisle, surrounded by a fortress of legal binders and glowing tablets.
