Chapter 15
That evening, I hosted a grand celebratory dinner at an exclusive rooftop restaurant overlooking the Hudson River.
My crew members, flight attendants, and senior corporate executives gathered to celebrate our firm’s triumphant rebirth.
Captain Thomas Miller walked over to my table, raising his glass of red wine in a warm, respectful toast.
“To the sharpest purser and the most formidable CEO in New York,” Thomas smiled warmly.
“To never underestimating the person holding the flight manifest,” I replied, clinking my glass against his.
As the party continued into the night, David Brenner walked over to my side, holding a secure satellite phone with a troubled expression.
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“Elena, I apologize for interrupting your celebration,” David said softly, leaning down toward my ear.
“We just received a priority notification from the Federal Bureau of Prisons in New York.”
