A wave of contentment washed over Aleysia as the private plane soared towards Svalbard, finally homeward bound after a tumultuous two weeks. The social gauntlet she'd run, particularly in New York, had left her utterly drained.
She mused that even the tech magnates of Silicon Valley were easier to deal with than the audacious strangers and demanding Johnson family elders she'd encountered in the Big Apple. The prospect of retreating to the tranquility of home, where she could indulge in days of blissful inactivity, filled her with maximum joy.
Settling back into the plush seat while staring at the window, Aleysia turned to Medusa, a warm smile gracing her features. "I'm so happy to be heading back home," she murmured. "Dealing with those people in New York truly drained my social energy. It's going to be wonderful to just stay in and do nothing for a while."
