Chapter 16 - The Shadow of the Past|
Their trip to Paris was meant to be a escape. They stayed in a private suite overlooking the Seine, dining at quiet bistros and walking along the cobblestone streets without security escorts.
For ten days, Naomi allowed herself to forget about threats, weapons, and tactical entry points. She fell deeper in love with Ethan, discovering a witty, romantic man behind the corporate billionaire mask.
On their eleventh night, they dined at an exclusive rooftop restaurant near the Eiffel Tower.
Ethan raised his wine glass. "To new beginnings."
"To new beginnings," Naomi clinked her glass against his.
As she took a sip, her eyes instinctively scanned the dimly lit outdoor terrace. Two tables away, a man in a sharp grey suit was sitting alone, reading a newspaper.
Naomi’s tactical brain clicked. The man hadn't turned a single page in twenty minutes. His right hand remained hidden inside his jacket pocket.
"Ethan," Naomi said quietly, her tone instantly shifting. "Don't look now. The man at table four."
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Ethan froze. "Is he watching us?"
"He’s watching you," Naomi corrected softly. "Keep smiling. We are leaving right now."
