As Marcus settled into the cream-colored captain’s chair in the cabin, the twin Rolls-Royce engines began their low, powerful hum. There was no frantic rushing through security, no middle seats, and no screaming toddlers.
Inside, the smell of fresh leather and high-gloss walnut was intoxicating.
The buying process had been a whirlwind of logbooks and pre-buy inspections. He’d walked the perimeter of the jet with his lead pilot, Sarah, who ran her hand along the wing's leading edge like she was greeting an old friend.
The cockpit featured a triple-redundant flight management system that Sarah called "the brain of a god."
The morning sun glinted off the polished hangar floor as Marcus stood before his newest acquisition: a . It wasn’t just a plane; it was a silver bullet designed to shrink the world. The Decision