Chapter 3 - Julian Sterling Demands An Immediate Emergency Flight Turnaround
Inside the crowded terminal of John F. Kennedy International Airport, thirty-four-year-old corporate titan Julian Sterling stood completely motionless amidst the noise.
Passengers bumped past his leather luggage, but Julian didn't move an inch, his knuckles turning chalk-white around his buzzing smartphone device.
“What do you mean you can’t turn the private jet around?!” Julian roared into the receiver, his voice echoing off the glass terminal walls.
The airport staff at the gate backed away slightly, recognizing the powerful billionaire founder of Sterling Logistics and Global Transportation Holdings.
His private pilot’s voice crackled nervously through the phone speaker: “Mr. Sterling, the storm over Long Island Sound has grounded all regional departures!”
“We are stuck on the tarmac in Boston until air traffic control clears the severe weather alert... it could be three hours, sir!”
Julian slammed his hand against the terminal pillar, a terrifying mix of protective rage and gut-wrenching guilt tearing through his chest.
He had trusted Victoria when she claimed his mother was suffering from early-stage dementia and needed quiet, isolated care inside the family estate.
He had allowed his wife to manage Eleanor’s medical care while he spent six exhausting weeks negotiating international shipping contracts in London.
Now, hearing that his fragile, sixty-two-year-old mother was thrown into a torrential rainstorm like trash shattered every belief Julian held about his marriage.
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“Get me a black SUV driver on the phone right now,” Julian ordered his executive assistant in a low, lethal, razor-sharp whisper.
“I don't care if the highways are flooded. I am driving back to Connecticut tonight, and God help Victoria when I arrive.”
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