They arrived in Jakarta in a flurry of action. Jaya assumed that most of the activity was in securing Ivan's non-island residence. She wondered how many homes he had around the world, island or non-island. She herself had nothing to do with all the chaos as she was too busy sitting in a corner handcuffed to a chair. There was a guard whose entire job was to stand nearby and watch over her. At first she thought it was to make sure she didn't escape, but then she began to wonder if it was a safety thing as Ivan had stopped in to check on her welfare several times during the hours she was left sitting. He uncapped a water bottle and tilted it against her lips each time he came in for a visit. Once he gently touched the side of her face, his eyes lingering over the bruise on her cheekbone where he'd slapped her. He frowned, regret burning in his cool gaze for a just a moment before he turned away to leave her still chained to the chair.