CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE – WHAT A JOYRIDE!

"So," Milo said, breaking the quiet, "how are you holding up, my dear?" Rebecca let out a shaky laugh. "I'm not entirely sure. Part of me feels like I'm living in some kind of action movie. The other part is wondering what on earth I've gotten myself into." Milo nodded sympathetically. "It's a lot to process, I know. But you've handled yourself admirably. Many seasoned professionals would have cracked under the pressure you faced today." "Really?" Rebecca asked, a hint of pride creeping into her voice. "Absolutely," Milo assured her. "You've got a natural talent for this work. Quick thinking, adaptable, able to keep your cool under fire. Luca chose well when he sent you on this mission." At the mention of Luca's name, Rebecca felt a flutter in her chest. "Do you think he knew? About all of this, I mean. The danger we'd face?" Milo's expression turned thoughtful. "Luca... he's a complicated man. He wouldn't have sent you if he didn't think you could handle it. But I doubt he antic