Chapter 4 — Mark’s Warning

Jack

The fluorescent lights of the airline headquarters reflected sharply off the pristine glass walls, casting a cold, impersonal glow over everything. Jack Lawson adjusted his crisp navy tie as he walked toward the conference room, his polished shoes echoing against the marble floor in measured, deliberate steps. His broad shoulders were set, his face an impenetrable mask of calm confidence. Beneath the surface, though, a quiet tension coiled in his chest. This part of the airline’s domain always carried an air of icy scrutiny, a reminder that here, professionalism wasn’t just a standard—it was a weapon, wielded with precision by those who knew how to use it.