The terminal buzzed with a mix of confusion and tension after Donovan’s display of wealth and the subsequent confrontation with Justin. Passengers were still whispering about the drama that had unfolded, their unease obvious. Some were trying to calm their nerves, while others were simply stunned by what they had witnessed.As the chaos settled slightly, the airport manager, Mr. Carter, hurried into the scene. His face showed a mix of concern and confusion, as compared to the earlier arrogance displayed by Donovan. The moment he entered the terminal, he was met with frantic explanations from the airline attendants, who spoke over each other in their rush to clarify the situation. Their voices were high with anxiety as they described how things had spiraled out of control.Mr. Carter, however, barely listened to them. His attention was immediately drawn to Mark, who was standing close to Justin. Mistaking Mark for Justin, the airport manager’s eyes widened with a mix of relief and nerv
As they entered Mr. Carter’s office, the tension from the terminal seemed to linger in the air. The room was large but sparsely furnished, dominated by a heavy wooden desk and a few neatly arranged chairs. The decor was simple, with a large window letting in natural light but casting no real warmth over the space. Mr. Carter, his earlier swagger replaced by a nervous energy, motioned for Mark to take a seat.“Please, have a seat, sir,” Mr. Carter said to Mark, his voice dripping with respect. His eyes, however, wandered over to Justin, who remained standing by the door. “You can stand over there.”Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had been ready to let the misunderstanding slide, but this was a bridge too far. “Excuse me,” Mark said, his tone turning cold and authoritative, “but I believe there’s been a misunderstanding. This is Justin, my boss. You should be addressing him with the respect he deserves.”The manager’s face contorted in confusion, his earlier politeness now givin
As Justin took his seat, the large wooden chair creaked slightly under his weight. The office, now tinged with a more respectful atmosphere, felt oddly serene compared to the earlier chaos of the terminal. Mr. Carter, his earlier arrogance replaced by an almost desperate humility, stood by his desk with a bowing posture.“Mr. Justin,” Mr. Carter began, his voice now laced with genuine concern, “Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Water? Please, feel free to let me know.”Justin offered a slight, measured smile. “No, thank you. I’m quite fine.” His tone was firm, yet controlled. “What I need is for you to understand the gravity of the situation.”Mr. Carter nodded vigorously, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes fixed on Justin. “Yes, Mr. Justin. I understand. Please, tell me how I can rectify this.”Justin leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I want to buy the entire airport. And I want the airline that caused this commotion banned from operating here.”The demand
The dimly lit room was filled with the echoes of Bruce's voice as he finished his long and painful recounting of events. The walls seemed to close in on him as he described the torment he had endured, painting a vivid picture of his recent suffering. His narration had been raw and detailed, recounting how he had been locked up once more by his former security officers, men he once trusted but who had now turned against him.Bruce's voice cracked with a mix of anger and despair as he recounted how, after being captured, he was beaten mercilessly until he begged for mercy. The brutality of the scene he described left little to the imagination, and the stark reality of his situation was evident. His hands, as he recounted, were bruised and had traces of blood on them, his body a canvas of pain inflicted by those he once employed.Lilly and her family, seated in their comfortable chairs, listened with a curious detachment. The atmosphere in the room was a stark contrast to the harrowing s
The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Bruce, his face red with humiliation and anger, gathered himself to leave. The laughter and scorn from Lilly and her family still resounded in his ears, a bitter reminder of the contempt he had faced. He straightened up, trying to regain some semblance of dignity despite the crushing weight of his shame.Before exiting, Bruce cast a final, defiant glance at Lilly and her family. “You can laugh all you want,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. “But mark my words: Meeky is not what you think he is. He’s a scammer, and I will make sure that he pays for what he’s done. When I get my hands on him, he’ll regret ever crossing me.”The threat hung in the air, a dark promise of revenge that Bruce seemed to deliver with a sense of serious determination. With one last, resolute look, he turned and exited the room, leaving behind a tense silence.As Bruce left, Diana sat in her living room, her thoughts troubled by the recent
Justin and Mark returned to the bustling airport floor, their presence commanding attention as they walked past the scattered passengers and hurried staff. The earlier chaos had begun to settle, but a sense of unease lingered in the air. With Mr. Carter’s promise to address the situation, the two men waited patiently for the manager to finalize his meeting with the board of directors.Mr. Carter, still visibly shaken from his earlier mistake, swiftly moved to a quieter corner of the airport. He dialed the number for the board of directors, his hands trembling slightly as he prepared to relay the gravity of the situation. The board members, accustomed to the airport’s financial struggles, were quick to respond, though they could not have anticipated the urgency and gravity of the call.“Hello, this is Mr. Carter from the airport,” he began, his voice unsteady. “I need to speak with the board immediately. We have an urgent matter to discuss.”The board members, a diverse group of experi
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
As the announcement of the flight cancellations resounded through the terminal, the expressions of the wealthy passengers fell from anticipation to utter disbelief. The sudden reversal of their expectations ignited a wave of anger, which swiftly turned toward the airline attendants, who were already overwhelmed by the day’s relentless events. The once exclusive atmosphere erupted into a chaotic mix of frustration and entitlement."How dare you cancel our flights!" bellowed one affluent traveler, his voice cutting through the noise with sharp indignation. His face was red with outrage as he glared at the attendants. "We demand an explanation and our money back right now!"Another passenger, her face red with a mixture of fury and disbelief, joined him. "This is absolutely outrageous! We’ve been waiting here for hours, and now you cancel our flights without any warning. Do you even know who we are?"The airline attendants, already on edge from dealing with a relentless barrage of compla