“Sir, a word, if you don’t mind.” The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and Kristen felt a rush of adrenaline as the reality of the moment unfolded before her eyes. She didn’t linger to see what happened next. Her heart raced with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
She didn’t need to. As she walked toward the baggage claim, her footsteps echoed in the cavernous space, each step resonating with a sense of justice served. A small, satisfied smile crept across her lips, one that felt almost foreign yet exhilarating.