Next Day.
Before sunrise, a shiny brand new white jet gracefully touched down at the airport on Island B.
A stunning woman with long dark-blonde hair flowing down her back descended elegantly from the jet. She was wrapped in a stylish gray coat, and her slender figure exuded poise. She walked swiftly and confidently despite wearing high heels, showcasing her accustomed ease with such footwear.
Her warm smile appeared when she saw the figure of a man waiting for her from a distance. She quickened her step towards the man.
"Good morning, Preston," Casey Adams greeted him when she arrived at the parked black Maybach. "You're incredibly kind to come and pick me up so early." She offered a warm smile to Preston, who served as Rex's personal assistant.
This wasn't their first encounter; they had met on several occasions, and she was slightly comfortable talking to him.
