The moment Arthur stepped out of the conference room, a palpable shift filled the air. It was as if the very atmosphere had taken a deep breath, readying itself for what was to come.
With a swift stride, he made his way to the hangar.
Outside, the salty scent of ocean breeze wafted in from the eastern coast of the island, refreshing and invigorating.
There it sat,the sleek, matte-black helicopter,its engine humming with anticipation. The Osborn emblem glistened on its hood like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
Arthur climbed aboard without uttering a word; the pilot didn't need directions. Moments later, they were airborne.
Inside, two stewardesses stood at attention, their navy and gold uniforms perfectly pressed and smiles radiant.
One gracefully bowed and offered Arthur a glass of rich crimson wine.
He accepted it with a nod and settled into his seat, swirling the wine thoughtfully as he gazed through the expansive windows at the world below.
