From Chapter 1

"The air in the Gulfstream G550, usually a balm of recycled cool and the subtle scent of expensive leather, felt stale to Ella Vance. Below, the jagged, snow-dusted peaks of the Montana Rockies gave way to a vast, tawny expanse of prairie, stitched with the dark, looping thread of the Yellowstone River. It was the kind of landscape that made New York City - her city - her life - feel small, and that was the problem. Ella liked being in a place where she mattered, where her six-figure suits, her cum laude degree from Columbia Law, and her twenty-four-hour work ethic held weight. Out here, she was just an anomaly in designer sunglasses, the heiress to an asset she planned to liquidate before the end of the fiscal quarter."