Chapter 20 - The Message from Geneva
Nine months later, Grant Enterprises was thriving, recognized as one of the most ethical and profitable corporations in the world.
Ethan spent half his time traveling across the country, personally inspecting airport facilities and meeting with front-line staff.
He established a nationwide program allowing airport janitors, mechanics, and gate agents to submit operational ideas directly to his office.
One quiet evening in late August, Ethan sat in his office, reviewing the annual financial reports for the foundation.
A encrypted notification chimed on his private desktop terminal—a high-priority message routed through an anonymous proxy in Switzerland.
Ethan clicked on the secure file, opening a video message recorded inside a dark, highly secure facility overlooking Lake Geneva.
A man dressed in an immaculate charcoal suit sat behind a desk, his face hidden entirely in deep shadows.
"Greetings, Mr. Ethan Miller," the shadowy figure spoke, his voice distorted through a digital scrambler device.
"You proved far more capable than your predecessor anticipated by dismantling Victor Grant and Arthur Pendelton."
"However, you believe you have secured Harold Grant’s empire and solved the mystery behind his terminal network."
"You are gravely mistaken."
The camera shifted slightly, revealing a high-resolution live satellite map of six major international airports across the United States.
Each airport location had a bright red countdown timer ticking down from seventy-two hours.
"Harold Grant didn't build those thirty airport terminals to transport passengers, Mr. Miller," the voice rasped softly.
"He built them to contain a global secret that has been sleeping beneath the runways for over forty years."
"And now that Harold is gone, the real owners of the Grant network are coming to unlock the vault beneath Gate C18."
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"Decide quickly, Ethan... will you protect his lie, or will you let the world burn?"
The terminal screen went completely black, leaving Ethan staring at his reflection in the quiet dark room as the clock ticked.
