Carlos's POV
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Amara continued her lunatic screaming after the plane landed at Nuuk International Airport.
She'd been secured to her seat for hours. The flight crew had ensured she couldn't break free from the restraints, afraid she might launch another attack.
"I'LL MAKE THIS GO VIRAL! I'LL SUE ALL OF YOU! YOU HAVE NO IDEA I'M ABOUT TO BECOME A MAJOR INFLUENCER!" Amara screeched at the airport security guards hauling her off the aircraft.
They dragged her to the security office for interrogation, where she behaved like a wild animal, snarling and yelling at everyone in sight.
"Give me my purse! I need to call my boyfriend! You'll regret leaving these marks on me!" Amara bellowed.
The officers shared looks before throwing her the bag.
Amara desperately called Carlos's number repeatedly, but each call went straight to voicemail.
Her barrage of messages remained unread on his phone.
