The rest of the flight passed in a blur of polite conversation and moments of silence. As we began our descent, the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom, announcing our arrival time. « Well, it was nice meeting you, » he said, his tone genuine as he extended a hand. « If you ever need anything in New York, look me up. » I accepted his card, the lion logo embossed in gold catching the light. His name was neatly printed beneath: Marco Benedetti. « Thank you, » I replied, slipping the card into my purse, unsure if I would ever use it. As the plane touched down, my heart was a mix of relief and apprehension. The journey was just beginning, and the path ahead was uncertain. Yet, the encounter with Marco left me with a sense of possibility, a reminder that sometimes, allies could be found in the most unexpected places.
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