#Chapter 36- Shot

Cora I didn’t even think about the return flight. I just ran. One second, I was in the airport terminal, scrolling through another dozen frantic headlines about Kingston’s company falling apart, and the next, I was barreling toward the gate like my legs had decided for me. I don’t even remember grabbing my bags.. My body was just moving, heart hammering, breath tight, lungs burning with one word pounding through me like a war drum. Kingston. Was he okay? He had to be okay. The world was unraveling too fast—drug scandals, bribed competitors, stock plunges, headlines screaming betrayal. But all I could think about was that rally. That speech he insisted on holding. He would never back down from the public, not even when danger surrounded him like wolves in the dark. And I knew—somewhere deep in my bones—that he was walking into something worse than just a PR disaster. The moment my feet hit the city pavement again, I barely stopped to breathe. I shoved through traff