Chapter 7 - The Tarmac Reception
The aircraft taxied to a quiet, isolated hardstand rather than a standard jet bridge gate—a special accommodation arranged directly by the airport authority at Captain Reynolds' request.
As the seatbelt signs chimed off, the First Class passengers began gathering their belongings. True to form, none of them made eye contact with Naomi as they filed past row two. They hurried down the aisle, eager to escape the cabin where corporate arrogance had just met its definitive end.
Captain Reynolds stepped out of the flight deck as the last passenger exited, walking down the aisle with his service cap tucked under his arm. He stopped beside Seat 2A.
"Safe travels, Ms. Carter," the captain said, offering a warm, genuine smile. "If you ever need a pilot who respects the manifest, you know who to call."
Naomi smiled back, shifting Lily securely onto her hip as she reached up to retrieve her travel bag from the overhead bin. "Thank you, Captain Reynolds. Your crew learned a valuable lesson today. And so did the airline."
"Let’s hope the board learns it tomorrow morning," the captain replied, nodding toward the open cabin door.
Stepping out onto the mobile airstairs, Naomi was met by a cool, misty gust of wind that carried the crisp scent of pine and saltwater. Waiting at the base of the stairs was not a standard airport shuttle, but a sleek black Lincoln Navigator with tinted windows, idling quietly beside a private security detail.
Standing beside the open rear door was Marcus Vance, the senior regional director of Aurora Skies—a man who had spent the last twenty years surviving corporate restructuring by keeping his head down and his balance sheets clean.
Marcus hurried forward, holding a large umbrella to shield Naomi and the baby from the fine Seattle mist.
"Ms. Carter," Marcus said, his voice breathless and heavily laced with nervous respect. "Welcome to Seattle. We heard about the incident in Chicago. The board has been briefed on the Ellison seizure."
Naomi descended the metal stairs with absolute, unhurried grace, her burnt-orange bag slung over one shoulder, Lily resting securely against her chest.
"Good evening, Marcus," Naomi said evenly, stepping into the shelter of the umbrella. "Is the briefing room prepared for eight o'clock tomorrow?"
"Yes, ma'am," Marcus replied, holding the car door open as Naomi slid into the plush leather interior. "Every regional department head has been summoned. All financial ledgers from the past three quarters are locked in the vault."
Naomi settled into the back seat, adjusting Lily’s blanket as the baby began to drift off toward sleep again. She looked up at Marcus through the open window.
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"Make sure security has the personnel list finalized," Naomi said quietly. "Tomorrow, we stop cutting out the rot. We rebuild the foundation."
Marcus swallowed hard, nodding deeply before closing the heavy door. The Navigator glided silently away from the tarmac, merging into the wet, shimmering highway toward the city.
