Liam and Captain Adler exchanged firm handshakes, the older man's grip respectful and very steady, testament to the number of years he has flown.
Behind him stood his co-pilot, a broad-shouldered man in his forties with a neatly trimmed beard, and three hostesses, each dressed immaculately in tailored uniforms.
They greeted Liam one after another, voices polite, postures professional. Yet beneath the polished manners, Liam could see the faint tremor in their eyes. Shock. Disbelief. Even a touch of fear.
They couldn't help it. Their minds were trying to reconcile two truths: that this was no ordinary private jet, and that its owner, the man they were now addressing as sir, was not a seasoned tycoon or retired magnate — but a young man barely out of boyhood.
If this had been a Gulfstream G700 or a Bombardier Global 8000, they might have nodded in silent acceptance. Ultra-wealthy people buying private jets was nothing new. But this… this was different.
