as the maintenance team rushed to the Gulfstream G650. The tension on the tarmac was palpable, each second stretching out as if time itself had slowed in anticipation of what they might find. Airport personnel, media, and Richard’s entourage watched in a collective silence, their breaths held as technicians began their inspection.
Richard stood beside Ethan, who remained under watchful eyes but was no longer being manhandled. The billionaire, known for his decisiveness, found himself in a rare moment of vulnerability. He was a man who dealt in numbers and probabilities, yet here he was, faced with a decision born of instinct and a child’s alarming claim.
“Why did you listen to me?” Ethan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His earlier bravado had faded, replaced by an anxious curiosity.
