The mood among the rich passengers and airline attendants was far from cordial as Justin and Mark made their way through the terminal. The air was thick with disdain, and the whispers and murmurs of the elite passengers were unmistakably derogatory. They had made their opinions clear, Justin and his assistant were nothing more than an inconvenience to them.As Justin and Mark moved past the check-in counters, they overheard snippets of conversation from the wealthy individuals, who had clearly not forgotten their earlier interactions. Comments like “Who does he think he is?” and “Just some rich fool playing at being important” were thrown around with reckless abandon. The attendants, too, seemed to have joined in, their sneers and eye rolls a clear testament to their displeasure.Despite the animosity, Justin maintained a calm and composed attitude. His expression was one of quiet determination, the earlier humiliation from the terminal and the disregard shown by these individuals onl

The situation escalated rapidly. The airline attendants, already overwhelmed by the demands of the rich folks, found themselves in the middle of a growing conflict. The wealthy passengers, furious over the cancellations, continued to berate the staff, demanding refunds and immediate resolutions."You can't just cancel our flights!" one rich man yelled, his face red with anger. "We paid a fortune for these tickets!"The attendants, trying to remain professional, struggled to placate the angry travelers. Their attempts were met with more hostility, as the passengers who had sold their tickets to the rich folks also joined the fight, demanding compensation for their losses."This is ridiculous!" a middle-aged woman shouted. "I gave up my seat for a price, and now I'm stuck here too!"Other travelers, whose flights were unaffected but who were flying on the same airline, began to voice their concerns. The terminal was filled with full-blown argument. People shoved, shouted, and pointed fi

The once-chaotic terminal had fallen into an uneasy quiet as the crowd watched with wide eyes. The manager, Mr. Carter, stood at the center of the now subdued space, flanked by the imposing military officers. His voice cut through the tension with an air of finality that left no room for doubt.“Attention, everyone,” Mr. Carter announced, his tone authoritative and firm. “Under the new ownership of Mr. Justin, the airline responsible for today’s chaos has been banned from operating here. Effective immediately, all flights by this airline are canceled and their operations are terminated.”The declaration was met with stunned silence. The rich passengers, who had previously been the loudest in their complaints, now looked on in disbelief. Their faces, once flush with indignation, were now pale and uncertain. They exchanged uneasy glances, their sense of entitlement shattered by the sudden shift in power.Mr. Carter’s next move was swift and decisive. “Military officers, please apprehend

The moment he stepped outside the club through the back exit, he was faced with the cool night breeze, which was so different from the atmosphere back inside the club.It was so stuffy and noisy inside, even with the ventilation. Being an elite club, it was built with state-of-the-art design, but the activities inside made the atmosphere less natural compared to the cool night breeze outside.He checked his phone to see if Diana was still on the call, but she wasn't. The noise from inside the club had made her ear uncomfortable, and she had to end the call, hoping to call Meeky back or hoping he would do so before she did. And the latter happened.Meeky called her back, and the first thing she said was a direct accusation, which threw him off balance. "Meeky, I just heard a disturbing news from Bruce that you scammed him of a huge sum of money!" "Meeky, tell me that's not true."Realizing that this was a situation he needed to handle with tact, so as not to give himself away, Meeky ca

Justin arrived in the new country smoothly after what happened back at the airport in his own country. The private jet he boarded, shining as ever, touched down at the airport in the new country.Looking from the window of the jet, he wondered why there wasn’t any delegation around to receive him. Justin sighed, wondering what happened. As a senior representative from the headquarters of Drogonuv Enterprises, he expected a much more formal welcome.Disembarking from the jet alongside Mark, he looked around the terminal and saw a lone figure with a placard bearing his name and figured the person must be the one sent to receive him.He moved closer to the man to be sure, but as he got closer, he noticed him waving at him in a friendly manner. He squinted his eyes to see if he recognized him.“Justin? Is that really you?” the man called out, a broad smile spreading across his face.Justin looked at him again, trying to place the face. As he got closer, the recognition became clearer.“Ro