want to be found.”
“Everyone can be found.”
Lauren gave her a look.
“Statements like that are why people think billionaires are villains.”
Victoria almost smiled.
“Please.”
That changed things.
Victoria Hale rarely said please.
Lauren opened her laptop.
“What do you know?”
“Ethan Carter. Traveling with his eight-year-old daughter, Mia. Middle seat in economy. Said he had medical training but wouldn’t specify.”
“Anything else?”
Victoria remembered Mia standing behind the curtain.
*You promised that you wouldn’t do this anymore.*
“Yes.”
“He used to work in medicine.”
Lauren typed.
“Age?”
“Late thirties, maybe forty.”
“City?”
“I don’t know.”
“Employer?”
“No.”
“Phone?”
“No.”
Lauren stopped typing.
“So essentially, find one American man named Ethan Carter.”
Victoria looked at her.
“He saved my life.”
