Thea sat at her computer, designing clothes. James, who didn't understand the design process, didn't want to disturb her. He retrieved his yoga mat and spread it on the floor. He glanced at Thea, engrossed in her work; a smile, unnoticed even by himself, formed on his face.

The next day, David's car, damaged in an accident, had been repaired at the auto center. He was picking it up and handling follow-up procedures, including insurance registration. Gladys and the family were going with him. Before leaving, Gladys asked, "James, can you drive?" James nodded. "Yes."

Gladys tossed him a car key. "Xara's coming back today. Take David's Honda to pick her up."

James scratched his head. "Who's Xara?"

Thea explained, "She's my cousin. She just graduated from college, finished her internship, and is returning to pursue her career in Cansington." She produced a photograph. "This is Xara. I've called her and sent her your picture. She'll arrive around eleven. I'll send you her number later."

"What are you doing today?" James asked.

Thea replied, "Yuna's signing a contract in the commercial city and wants me to come along. I want to learn."

"Okay," James said. He felt relieved it was Yuna; she knew his identity, so he'd be respectful, perhaps even try to impress Thea.

The family departed. It was still early, so James didn't rush. He washed up, then leisurely went to the parking lot, got into David's car, and drove to the airport. He arrived early and dozed off.

An hour later, a woman in her early twenties, wearing a casual white t-shirt and denim skirt, emerged from the airport with a suitcase, sucking a lollipop. She had an oval face, long black hair, a curvy figure, and slender legs. After looking around, she took out her phone and called.

James was dozing when his phone rang. He saw it was Thea's number and realized Xara had arrived. He answered.

"Xara? Have you arrived?" "Yes. Where are you, James? I don't see you." "I'm in the parking lot. The license plate is CAN A88450." "I'm at the airport entrance. Come quickly!"

Xara hung up. As soon as she did, a BMW X5 pulled up beside her. The driver rolled down the window, smiled, and waved. "Hey, beauty. Vacationing in Cansington? Found a hotel? I have a presidential suite at a five-star hotel. Ten thousand dollars?"

Xara raised an eyebrow. "Go away." The man's face fell. He was a regular at the airport, often targeting women from out of town. His BMW X5, fake presidential suite, and money usually worked.

"Thirty thousand." He muttered, then, with a cold expression and a head-to-toe appraisal, "One hundred thousand." He looked smug. One hundred thousand was tempting to most. However, his car was rented, the suite was fake, and his plan involved drugging women, exploiting them, and threatening them for money.

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