Chapter 7 - Stepping Aboard Aquila One As The True Owner
The federal agents led a weeping, protesting Grant away toward the waiting government vehicles, while local police escorted a terrified Vanessa away for questioning. The runway returned to a quiet, reverent silence, save for the low hum of the jet's auxiliary power unit.
Samuel turned toward Claire, bowing his head respectfully as he gestured toward the stairs of the massive white aircraft. "Aquila One is prepped and ready for your command, Ms. Mercer. The board is assembled in New York awaiting your arrival."
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Claire walked slowly toward the jet, her shoes making firm, confident sounds against the damp asphalt. She paused at the top of the stairs, looking back one last time at the dark Chicago skyline where her mother was laid to rest.
She stepped inside the luxurious, leather-appointed cabin, taking her rightful place at the head table. The aircraft doors sealed shut, and the powerful engines roared to life, lifting her into the dark night sky toward her new destiny.
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