The apartment was nothing like Jane had expected.
She’d imagined something nice—maybe a two-bedroom in a decent neighborhood, with functional furniture and a small balcony. What stood before her was a penthouse suite on the twenty-eighth floor of Aurelia Tower, one of the city’s most exclusive addresses.
The moment the door opened, she stopped in her tracks, her hand still on the cool metal handle. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the entire living room wall, revealing a breathtaking panoramic view of the city skyline—glass towers gleaming like shards of crystal under the afternoon sun, streets alive with the tiny movement of cars and people far below. The interior was a perfect blend of modern elegance and quiet luxury: polished marble floors in soft gray tones, walls painted in warm cream and ivory, and furniture that looked like it belonged in a high-end design magazine—plush leather sofas, a sleek glass coffee table, and abstract art pieces that added subtle pops of color without overwhelming the space.
For a second, Jane forgot to breathe. The air smelled of fresh linen and something clean and woodsy—maybe sandalwood or cedar—and the room was filled with soft natural light that made everything glow.
“Wow…” she whispered, stepping further inside as her eyes moved from one detail to another, taking in the open-concept kitchen with its stainless steel appliances and marble countertops, the cozy reading nook tucked in the corner by the window, the hallway leading to what she assumed were the bedrooms. “The company’s benefits here are insane. A downtown apartment worth tens of millions… just handed to me like that?”
Behind her, Jayden had already settled onto one of the plush gray sofas, leaning back casually with one arm draped over the backrest. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her take it all in—her eyes wide with wonder, her fingers lightly touching the edge of the coffee table as if to confirm it was real.
“Aurelia has always taken care of its employees,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying just enough warmth to sound genuine. “And you’re not just any employee—you’re exceptional. You saved dozens of lives on that flight, not to mention the company’s reputation. Accept it confidently.”
Jane turned to him, her brows knitting slightly as she studied his relaxed posture. He looked completely at ease here, as if he’d spent time in apartments like this his whole life—which she supposed he had, given his family’s connection to the airline.
“You sound like… you’re my boss,” she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of curiosity. She’d always known he was more than just a fellow pilot, but he’d never been clear about his exact position at Aurelia.
Jayden froze for a split second, his smile faltering just enough for her to notice. Then he bit his lip lightly, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly before he chose silence over explanation. There were things she didn’t need to know—not yet, anyway.
Jane didn’t press. She’d learned long ago that some questions were better left unanswered, especially when it came to workplace dynamics. Instead, she turned back toward the apartment, walking slowly toward the wide glass windows and pressing her palm against the cool glass. Her reflection was faint against the city beyond—her uniform crisp and professional, her hair pulled back in its usual neat bun.
“Actually, I am—” Jayden started, his voice softer now, as if he’d made a decision to tell her the truth.
He never got to finish.
As he shifted his position on the sofa, his leg extended slightly into the walkway. Jane, still focused on the view, took a step backward and her foot caught against his ankle. Her balance shifted instantly, and she stumbled forward—
—and landed directly on his lap, her hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself.
Time seemed to pause.
The world outside the windows faded to a blur of color and light. Jayden instinctively caught her, his hands steady at her waist, his fingers wrapping lightly around her sides to keep her from falling further. She was lighter than he expected—fragile, almost, despite the strength he knew she possessed—and far too close. Their faces were barely inches apart, and their eyes met instantly, locked in a moment neither of them had prepared for.
Jane’s breath hitched in her throat, warm air fanning against his cheek. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt, could smell the faint scent of his cologne—something clean and sharp, like rain on asphalt. His amber eyes were dark and intense, and she found herself unable to look away.
Jayden swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving with the motion. The weight of her on his lap felt both natural and completely foreign, and he had to fight the urge to pull her closer. He could feel the soft fabric of her uniform against his hands, could see the tiny flecks of gold in her brown eyes.
For a brief second, the world outside the apartment ceased to exist. There was only the warmth of her body against his, the quiet sound of their breathing, the electricity that seemed to crackle in the air between them.
Then reality rushed back in, sharp and sudden.
Jane quickly pushed herself up, her hands sliding off his shoulders as if the contact had burned her. She stepped back a few feet, putting deliberate distance between them, her face flushed slightly pink.
“I—I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice slightly rushed as she adjusted her uniform jacket. “It was an accident. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Jayden replied, his tone carefully controlled as he stood up and straightened his own shirt. Though his gaze lingered on her a second longer than necessary, taking in the way she was avoiding his eyes, the way her fingers kept fidgeting with her uniform buttons.
“I’ll… go check out the rooms,” Jane added, already turning away to escape the thick tension that had settled in the air. She walked down the hallway with steps that were just a little too fast, her heart still racing in her chest.
“This is the company’s benefit for me after all,” she called back over her shoulder, trying to sound normal and failing slightly. “So I’ll take the master bedroom. It has an en-suite bathroom and the best view, from what I can tell. The guest room is yours… any objections?”
“None,” Jayden replied, his voice flat now as he looked away from the hallway. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to push away the feeling that had settled in his chest—warm, confusing, and completely unexpected.
Neither of them looked at each other as Jane disappeared into the hallway, closing the master bedroom door softly behind her.
The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife, broken only by the faint hum of the building’s ventilation system and the distant sounds of the city below.
Then—
Jayden’s phone rang, its sharp tone cutting through the quiet. He glanced at the screen—Michael—before answering, pressing the device to his ear.
“Jayden.”
Michael’s voice came through immediately, crisp and professional despite the slight note of urgency.
“Reuben’s disciplinary decision just came through. The airline issued an indefinite flight suspension—he can’t set foot in a cockpit until further notice. He’s on probation now, with mandatory anger management and retraining. One more mistake and he’s out for good.”
Jayden’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as he walked to the window, looking out at the city below. He’d pushed for harsher consequences—Reuben’s actions had endangered not just Jane, but every passenger on that flight—but the board had decided to show leniency given his years of service.
“He got off easy,” he said coldly. “He should have been fired immediately. What he did was reckless and unprofessional—there’s no place for that at Aurelia.”
“He’s lucky your mother intervened,” Michael added quietly. “She said second chances are part of building a strong team. But she made it clear—this is his last one.”
Jayden ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket, his gaze drifting toward the hallway where Jane had disappeared. He wondered if she knew about Reuben’s punishment, if it would bring her any sense of closure. He found himself hoping it would—hoping she’d be able to focus on her work without looking over her shoulder every time she saw him.
The Next Day – Pilot Lounge
The atmosphere inside the pilot lounge was calm—soft jazz playing from hidden speakers, pilots chatting quietly over coffee, the faint rustle of paperwork as everyone prepared for their flights. Jane stood in front of her locker, adjusting her uniform with practiced precision, her fingers smoothing down the creases in her sleeves, her expression calm and focused. She’d already reviewed her flight plan for the afternoon—an international route to Paris, clear weather expected the whole way.
The door swung open with a loud bang that made several people look up.
Reuben and Jenny walked in, their heads close together as they spoke in low tones. Reuben’s face was dark with anger, his jaw clenched so tightly his muscles stood out. Jenny wore a concerned expression, her hand resting lightly on his arm as if to soothe him. Their presence immediately drew attention—everyone knew about the incident in the restaurant, about the disciplinary action that had just been announced.
Reuben didn’t hesitate. He strode straight toward Jane, his steps heavy and deliberate, stopping just a few feet away from her.
“Jane,” he snapped, his voice loud enough to cut through the quiet of the room. “Did you orchestrate my punishment? Did you go to management and lie about what happened?”
Jane didn’t even look at him. She continued fixing her sleeve, her movements slow and deliberate, as if he weren’t even there. She’d known this confrontation was coming—Reuben had never been good at taking responsibility for his actions.
Silence stretched out, thick and uncomfortable, as everyone in the room watched the scene unfold.
“Your petty jealousy needs limits,” he continued harshly, his voice rising with every word. “I know you’ve always resented me for being promoted faster, for getting better routes—but this is too far. Why can’t you be more sensible like Jenny? She knows how to work with people instead of against them.”
A few pilots nearby exchanged glances, some looking uncomfortable, others looking angry on Jane’s behalf. Everyone knew Jane was one of the hardest-working pilots at Aurelia—her record spoke for itself.
Jane finally looked up, her brown eyes calm and steady as they met his furious gaze. There was no anger in her expression—only a quiet weariness that made Reuben’s jaw clench even tighter.
“Finished?” she asked calmly, her voice carrying clearly across the quiet room.
Reuben stiffened, his face turning red with rage. “How dare you—”
“I have a report to make at Crew One,” she continued, cutting him off as she closed her locker and turned to leave. Her tone was cool and unbothered, as if she were discussing nothing more important than the weather. “Good dogs don’t block paths.”
The room went still. Every eye was on Reuben, whose eyes widened in shock at the insult. Jenny’s hand flew to her mouth, pretending to be shocked, but Jane could see the calculation in her eyes.
Jane walked forward, her steps steady and confident.
Jenny stepped in front of her, stopping her path with a gentle hand on her arm.
“Jane…” she said softly, her voice dripping with false sincerity as she looked up at her with wide eyes. “This is all my fault. I lost my senses and asked Reuben to help me get that promotion—he was just trying to look out for me. So… blame me instead. Please don’t ruin his career over something I started.”
Jane looked at her, her expression completely neutral as she studied Jenny’s carefully crafted facade. She’d seen this act before—Jenny playing the innocent victim to manipulate people into doing what she wanted.
“Of course,” Jane said, her voice still calm.
Before anyone could react—
Smack.
The sound echoed across the lounge, sharp and clear. Jenny’s head snapped to the side, her hair flying across her face as the impact landed cleanly on her cheek.
Both she and Reuben froze in disbelief. Reuben’s mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. Jenny stood still for a long moment, her hand slowly rising to touch her burning cheek.
Jane lowered her hand calmly, her fingers flexing slightly at her side.
“Now we’re square,” she said quietly.
Without another word, she walked past them and left the room, her back straight, her steps steady. The silence she left behind was louder than any argument could have been—heavy, charged, and filled with respect from everyone who had witnessed what happened.
Jenny slowly turned back, her cheek bright red and already beginning to swell. Her eyes shimmered—but not with tears. There was something cold and calculating in her gaze as she looked at Reuben, who was still staring after Jane with his mouth open.
“Reuben…” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she touched his arm. “Jane must have misunderstood everything. She’s clearly under a lot of stress. Can you help transfer me to her crew? I want to be there to support her, to help her see that we’re all on the same team.”
Reuben looked at her, his expression suspicious for a moment before softening. He’d always been weak for Jenny’s innocent act, and seeing her “hurt” by Jane only made him angrier.
“Jenny… you’re too considerate,” he said, his voice softening as he pulled her close.
She forced a smile, patting his chest lightly before turning away. As soon as his eyes were off her, her expression shifted—cold and determined. Jane Harley had embarrassed her in front of everyone, and she wasn’t going to let that stand.
Elsewhere – Corridor
Jayden walked alongside Michael toward their scheduled assignment—an inspection of the new simulator training facility on the third floor. Michael was talking animatedly about the latest updates to the training software, his hands gesturing wildly as he explained the new features.
“God,” Michael groaned, shaking his head as he looked at Jayden. “Can’t you just focus on being Chief Pilot? Stick to management work for once—approving flight plans, reviewing safety protocols, attending boring board meetings. That’s what you’re supposed to be doing now.”
Jayden exhaled quietly, his hands in his pockets as he walked. He’d been back at work for three weeks now, but his hand still ached sometimes—especially when the weather was cold or when he’d been using it too much. The doctors had cleared him to fly, but his mother had made it clear she’d prefer he stick to ground duties.
“Don’t forget your hand,” Michael added, nodding toward Jayden’s left hand, which was tucked into his pocket. “You know how your mother gets when you even look at a cockpit door.”
Jayden stopped walking, his jaw tightening as he looked at his friend. Michael had been with him through everything—flight school, his first solo flight, the accident that had nearly ended his career. He knew Jayden better than anyone.
“The doctor cleared me,” Jayden said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “No restrictions. I’m cleared to fly whenever I want.”
Michael gave him a look—part concerned, part exasperated—but didn’t argue further. He knew when Jayden had made up his mind.
“Fine. Have it your way,” Jayden said with resignation, holding up his hands in surrender. “Ground duties it is. At least until Mom stops hovering.”
Michael immediately brightened, throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him along.
“That’s more like it. Aurelia won’t collapse without you in the air—we’ve got plenty of good pilots to keep things running smoothly.”
Jayden rolled his eyes, but a faint smile touched his lips despite himself. Michael had always been able to make him laugh, even on his worst days.
But Michael wasn’t done. He leaned in slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
“You’ve been away too long, man,” he continued. “Did you know your record’s been broken? The one for fastest time to solo qualification?”
Jayden’s gaze sharpened slightly, his interest piqued despite himself. He’d held that record for five years—ever since he’d qualified for solo flights at twenty-two, faster than anyone in Aurelia’s history.
“Captain Harley,” Michael said excitedly, his eyes lighting up. “Five years to solo qualification—she beat your time by half a year. Started flying lessons when she was eighteen, worked her way up through flight school and regional airlines, joined us two years ago. Impressive, right?”
Jayden looked away, his mind drifting back to the apartment, to the way Jane had looked standing in front of the windows, to the moment she’d landed on his lap. He’d known she was good—he’d seen her handle that emergency flight with incredible skill—but he hadn’t realized just how exceptional she was.
“And she’s stunning too,” Michael added, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. That uniform looks good on her—and off, I bet.”
No response. Jayden just kept walking, his expression carefully neutral.
“I’m calling it now,” Michael went on dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air. “That gorgeous captain and me? A breathtaking aviation romance. We’ll be the talk of the airline—star-crossed pilots who find love at thirty thousand feet. Try not to get jealous.”
“I won’t,” Jayden said flatly, though his mind was already replaying the feel of her hands on his shoulders, the way her eyes had locked with his.
Michael laughed, patting his shoulder again before pulling out his phone to check their schedule.
“That’s my buddy.”
They continued walking down the corridor toward the training facility, Michael chattering excitedly about his latest plan to ask Jane out for coffee.
—but Jayden’s thoughts were no longer on the conversation.
They were somewhere else entirely.
In a luxury apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows.
With a woman who was no longer just part of an arrangement, no longer just a colleague, no longer just a name on a contract.
Aksara