Chapter 2 - The Mockery and the DareMarcus let his cleaning rag fall into the mop bucket. He stepped across the polished concrete floor, his boots making quiet sounds against the floor.
"I can fly it," Marcus said, his voice calm and grounded.
The entire hangar went dead quiet. Then, a couple of mechanics near the workshop chuckled, and Greg stared at Marcus like he had lost his mind.
Victoria turned around, her eyes sweeping over Marcus—from his worn work boots to his janitor’s uniform and the faint scar near his left eyebrow.
"You mop floors," she said coldly. "And you expect me to believe you can pilot a $65-million Gulfstream G650?"
"I can fly that jet," Marcus repeated, meeting her piercing gaze without flinching.
Pain and grief had made Victoria cruel. She leaned in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fly this jet then, and we’ll talk."
Greg gasped. "Miss Hale, we can't just let a janitor—"
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"Get him clearance!" she ordered, cutting him off. She turned back to Marcus, her eyes fierce. "If you scratch the paint, I’ll have you arrested. If you’re lying to me, I will ruin every remaining day of your life."
Marcus thought of Ethan waiting for him, but he also thought of a father dying two states away. "I understand."
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