Chapter 5 - The Private Jet Corridor
Before Ethan could process what was happening, Harold guided him away from Gate C18 toward the restricted tarmac access door.
Two heavily armed federal marshals flanked them, clearing a path through the cheering crowd of amazed travelers.
Gerald Vance followed closely behind like a nervous shadow, clutching his leather briefcase while wiping sweat from his forehead.
"Mr. Grant, please, let us discuss the annual audit report in the executive conference room," Gerald pleaded anxiously.
"The board of directors is scheduled to vote on the regional expansion budget tomorrow morning in New York!"
Harold stopped at the thick security door, turning around to face the nervous director with an icy stare.
"The audit is already complete, Gerald," Harold revealed coldly, pulling a small silver flash drive from his coat.
"I spent the last three days riding economy buses and walking through five of my midwest terminals unrecognized."
"Your region had the highest rate of employee turnover, the worst safety complaints, and the highest executive bonuses."
Gerald froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as the color drained completely from his face.
"You used company funds to purchase a three-million-dollar penthouse in downtown Chicago under a shell LLC," Harold added.
"The federal auditors are already inside your office upstairs, Gerald. I suggest you retain a very good attorney."
Gerald stumbled back as two federal marshals stepped in front of him, blocking him from following any further.
Harold tapped his master security card against the reader, and the heavy door hissed open, revealing a private staircase.
Out on the rainy tarmac stood a magnificent, sleek Gulfstream G650 jet, its jet engines humming softly in the damp evening breeze.
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"Come along, Ethan," Harold said gently, gesturing toward the stairs leading down to the private aircraft.
"We have a flight to Manhattan, and you have a lot of explanations to give me about your sister's medical bills."
