The G5 accelerated with a smooth, relentless force that pushed him back into the upholstery. Within minutes, they were at 45,000 feet—cruising above the weather, above the traffic, and above the stress of his old life. He opened his laptop, the high-speed satellite Wi-Fi connecting instantly.
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.
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.
Inside, the smell of fresh leather and high-gloss walnut was intoxicating.
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