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 airport floor, once filled with frenzied chaos, was now dominated by an imposing presence. As the manager and his contingent of military officers made their way through the terminal, their arrival was met with a sudden, obvious shift in the atmosphere. The loud, jostling crowd of rich passengers, airline staff, and other travelers who had been locked in heated arguments and frantic exchanges began to quiet down, their attention drawn to the new, authoritative figures.The military officers, clad in their sharp uniforms and carrying an air of formidable authority, moved efficiently through the noisy scene. Their disciplined and purposeful strides seemed to cut through the chaos like a knife, immediately drawing the eyes of everyone present. The previously boisterous and disorderly environment now had a newfound sense of control imposed upon it.As Mr. Carter moved towards Justin and Mark, he looked both serious and hurried. The once arrogant airport manager had been visibly humble
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
Inside one of the high end night clubs in the city, music was blaring out loud from the speakers mounted at all corners of the club as neon lights illuminated the whole interior.It was a wild night as party goers dance to the loud music, their bodies moving rhythmically to the sound of the music.Meeky was seated in the VIP section, drinking and with an air of overconfident composure, flaunted wealth like no man's business.As usual, he was celebrating after a successful and seamless scam.Bruce Springsteen was his latest victim.He was surrounded by a group of people, most of whom he met at the club.They were there to enjoy from his flaunting of wealth.Meeky was enjoying their praises, he was reveling in the moment.With a triumphant grin on his face, he stood up like a king, walked around to where the DJ is, got the mic from him and with a booming voice, he announced free drinks for everyone."Tonight is a night of celebration and I hereby declare free drinks for everyone." He s
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
After some time, the prolonged absence of Meeky began to get noticed by those in the club. They knew he stepped out to take a call, but a call that long was beginning to look suspicious.No one had seen him re-enter the club. They were filled with concern as two of them tried to go to the back exit to look for him. Drunkenly, they staggered towards the exit but didn't see anyone, not to talk of anyone that looks like Meeky.Confused, they both went back into the club, their eyes scanning their surroundings as they moved inside. But no one they saw looked like Meeky. They got back to the VIP section and told the people seated there that they couldn't find Meeky.Someone suggested maybe he's at the washroom. The idea made sense, and they decided to wait. But after some time, they were growing impatient. Their bills were growing, and someone needed to foot the bill.One of them walked up to a bouncer and tried to explain to him. The bouncer, who had seen Meeky walk to the back exit earli
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
As they got out of the terminal, Robert said, “I am sorry I didn’t bring a car, I usually take a taxi to work.” He admitted, a bit embarrassed.“We can reach out to our convoys. They are in this city and can get here as soon as possible.” Justin’s assistant, Mark, offered. Justin didn’t approve of that.“No, let us take a taxi.” If the CEO didn’t rate us high enough to deserve a warm reception and have the convoys prepared for us ahead, then let us give him that perception that he is right.” He really wanted to see for himself the reach of the disdain the CEO has for him.Robert, initially embarrassed, now looked relieved, and he flagged down a taxi. He had no difficulty getting one as the airport is usually filled with them.They got in, and Justin had to sit in the back with Robert, while Mark sat in front with the taxi driver. The taxi driver, a man in his fifties with a tired look, looked at them and asked, “Where to?”Robert told him the address of the office building, and the ma