Got it! Here’s the previous text rewritten with the mention of the red-eye flight included:
Jade stood in front of her small mirror, carefully pinning her hair into a sleek, low bun. It was early evening, and the sun was beginning to set, but she was already rushing to finish getting ready for her flight. This wasn’t just any flight—it was a red-eye flight to Brazil, leaving late at night and arriving early the next morning.
Her uniform was spotless: the tailored navy-blue dress with gold accents fit her perfectly, and her matching heels clicked softly on the wooden floor as she moved around her tiny bedroom. Grabbing her makeup bag, she dabbed a little concealer under her eyes to hide the dark circles from her lack of sleep, then added a light swipe of mascara. She looked professional, calm, and collected—at least on the outside. On the inside, though, she was buzzing with nerves.
“A red-eye flight to Brazil with them. You’ve got this,” she whispered to herself, staring at her reflection.
A sharp honk outside made her jump. Jade glanced at her phone—it was 6:00 p.m. on the dot. The driver was already here.
“Coming!” she called out to no one in particular as she grabbed her small suitcase and bag.
As Jade stepped outside, the cool evening air brushed against her face, clearing her thoughts for a moment. A sleek black sedan was parked by the curb, the driver—a middle-aged man in a tidy suit—already waiting with the door open.
“Good evening, Ms. Nguyen,” the driver greeted politely.
“Good evening,” Jade replied, trying her best to sound calm as she slid into the backseat.
The door shut softly behind her, and the car eased smoothly into motion. Jade exhaled, sinking into the soft leather seat.
She glanced at her bag and then at the small to-go container sitting on the seat next to her. She hadn’t had time to eat before rushing out the door, so she’d grabbed a quick sandwich and an apple on her way out. As the car rolled through the city streets, she unwrapped the sandwich, taking small bites as she watched the buildings blur past.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered to herself between bites. “Paris wasn’t enough? Now Brazil?”
By the time they reached the private airport, Jade had finished her food and done a quick check in the small mirror inside her purse. She looked as put-together as possible for someone running on nerves and very little sleep.
The car pulled up to the private terminal, and Jade spotted the jet almost immediately. Its sleek white and gold design gleamed under the airport lights, and standing near the steps were Milan, Enzo, and Thiago.
Jade’s heart skipped a beat when she saw them.
Milan was, as usual, the picture of perfection. He wore a tailored black suit with a dark gray shirt beneath it, his hair perfectly styled, and his icy-blue eyes sharp even in the dim evening light.
Enzo, in contrast, looked a little more relaxed, wearing dark trousers and a fitted black sweater with the sleeves pushed up just enough to show off his tattoos. He had his hands casually tucked into his pockets, his dark gaze already focused on Jade as the car rolled to a stop.
Thiago stood off to the side, looking as effortlessly cool as ever in a navy-blue blazer and an open white dress shirt that somehow managed to look both elegant and carelessly undone. His dark hair was pulled back into its usual low bun, and the slight grin on his lips told Jade he was already preparing some sort of comment.
The driver opened her door, and Jade stepped out, clutching her small suitcase tightly. The cool evening breeze swept against her, tugging at the hem of her uniform as she smoothed it down nervously.
“Look who finally made it,” Thiago called out, his voice light and teasing.
Jade shot him a look as she approached. “I’m on time. Barely.”
“Barely isn’t early,” Enzo added, smirking as he looked her up and down. “But I’ll let it slide. Nice job looking the part, Jade.”
Jade rolled her eyes, fighting the blush that threatened to rise to her cheeks. “Glad I could meet your high standards.”
“Enough,” Milan interrupted, his cool voice cutting through the banter as he glanced at his watch. “We’re on a schedule. Let’s go.”
Jade nodded, following them as they turned toward the jet. The stairs clanged softly beneath their polished shoes and heels as they climbed aboard.
Once inside the jet, Jade took a deep breath. The cabin looked just as pristine and luxurious as the last time—plush leather seats, polished mahogany tables, and soft golden lighting that made everything feel cozy despite the lateness of the hour.
“Get us settled, Jade,” Milan said, taking his seat near the front and opening a folder of paperwork as if this were any ordinary office meeting.
Jade nodded quickly. “Of course.”
She moved into the galley to ensure everything was ready. She checked the champagne in the fridge, adjusted the throw pillows on the couches, and straightened the blankets for good measure. She could hear faint conversation coming from the men behind her as they settled in—Enzo laughing softly at something Thiago said, Milan already deeply engrossed in his documents.
Once everything was in place, she stepped back into the main cabin, smoothing down her dress. “Everything is ready for takeoff.”
Thiago glanced up at her, grinning lazily. “Good to know you’ve got it all under control, Jade.”
Enzo shot her an amused look. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s just trying to distract you.”
Jade rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “I’m not that easily distracted.”
The intercom crackled as the pilot’s voice came through. “Good evening, everyone. We’re cleared for takeoff. Please remain seated as we begin our ascent. We’re looking at approximately ten hours to Rio de Janeiro. Enjoy the flight.”