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Above, the helicopter’s rotors slowed. Jessy eased the aircraft onto a concealed landing pad hidden beneath a rooftop garden. The night air was thick with the scent of jasmine and diesel. She stepped out, her boots landing softly on the concrete, and hurried toward the service entrance.

“Jessy, I’ve got it,” Lydia said, her voice barely a breath, though the words seemed to echo through the vaulted chamber. jessy dubai lydia black

The tunnel led them to an old, rusted freight door that opened onto the desert’s edge. The moon hung low, casting a silver sheen over the dunes. In the distance, the silhouettes of the city’s towers glimmered like a mirage. Above, the helicopter’s rotors slowed