The golden sunlight began its slow descent, tilting westward and casting a warm, honey-hued glow over the expansive tarmac of the private Osborn airstrip.
And by now five lore massive airplanes had already touched down on the runway.
These behemoths weren't just any planes; they were laden with the family's loyal servants and precious cargo, luggage, books, paintings, and all the treasures that defined their legacy.
Suddenly, a chorus of roaring engines drew everyone's attention.
Heads turned instinctively as wide eyes fixated on what was approaching.
From the far end of the runway emerged a convoy of elongated, obsidian-black luxury buses, gliding smoothly into view.
Their surfaces gleamed like polished jewels under the sun's rays, reflecting fluffy clouds above.
Each bus was a marvel in design,sleek and regal, unmistakably Osborn.
