The heavy silence in the grand hall was broken by the
rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps. But before
the boss could enter, the doors swung open, and a wave
of professionals stepped inside. Mayora’s eyes widened.
One by one, they lled the hall—chartered
accountants, lawyers, bankers, and engineers. Each of
them carried an air of precision and expertise, dressed
sharply, their presence exuding authority. It was clear:
these were not ordinary employees. They were the best
in their elds.
She quickly counted—nearly 145 people. The air
shifted again. The boss had arrived.
With an eortless smile, the VIP stepped forward,
greeting the CEO before turning his gaze toward
Mayora. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long,”
he said smoothly, before taking his seat at the head of a
massive round table. Everyone else followed. Mayora
hesitated but sat down as well. Almost immediately, a
stack of documents was placed in front of each person.
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A nancial report. She glanced at the pages. It
contained a breakdown of prots, investments,
pending salaries, loans—every intricate detail of the
company’s nancial state. The room buzzed with quiet
eciency.
● The engineers studied the infrastructure,
analyzing ways to enhance technology.
● The chartered accountants meticulously
examined prot margins, investments, and
debts.
● The lawyers scanned for legal loopholes,
ensuring compliance.
● The bankers discussed liquidity, funding, and
expansion strategies.
Mayora was astounded. They completed their work in
less than an hour. Every gure was analyzed, every
number dissected. Finally, the silence broke as the nal
report was placed in front of the boss. The boss leaned
back in his chair, scanning the room before nally
speaking. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our
company. I am truly impressed by your
eciency—solving this report so quickly is no small
feat.” A murmur of approval swept through the hall as
he continued. “Now, let’s review the ndings.” A
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lawyer stood up rst, adjusting his tie. “Legally, we are
in the clear. No pending lawsuits, no compliance
issues. Everything is in order.” The boss nodded,
satised. “Good. Next?” An engineer took the oor, his
voice carrying a note of excitement. “With our latest
advancements, we are positioned to create a milestone
in aircraft technology. The improvements we propose
will not only enhance safety but also revolutionize
eciency, making our eet truly one of a kind.”
The boss smiled slightly, motioning for the nancial
team to proceed. The chief accountant ipped through
the pages of the report. His tone remained neutral, but
the numbers he listed were anything but ordinary.
“Here’s a deeper breakdown of our nances,” he said,
ipping to another page.
● Tax Paid Last Year: $68.4 million
● Aircraft Sold Last Year: 324
● Loan Cleared Last Year: $86.3 billion
● Total Expenses: $600 billion
● Total Income: $1,100.4 billion
● Prot: $500.4 billion
● Company Loan: $203 billion
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● Pending Salaries: $98 million
● Total Company Valuation: $3,500 billion
Mayora’s mind spun. Five hundred billion in prot? It
was no longer just an airline. This was an empire.
Mayora’s breath caught in her throat. Company
Valuation Three thousand ve hundred billion dollars?
She could barely process it. She had known this was no
ordinary airline, but this? These gures were beyond
anything she had ever imagined. Her hands tightened
around the le in front of her. The sheer scale of this
business was something out of a dierent world. And
for some reason… She was sitting in the middle of it.
The boss, still smiling, leaned forward, resting his
elbows on the table. “This,” he said. The boss leaned
back, his eyes sharp as he turned toward the group of
bankers. “Now, tell me… how much have you
brought?” The Bank CEO stood up, adjusting his suit.
His voice was steady but carried a weight that sent a
chill through Mayora.
“We have transported $4,200 billion in fourteen
container trucks.” He paused, checking his watch.
“Four more containers were still on the way, but…”
Before he could nish, the sound of heavy engines
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rumbled outside. Mayora turned toward the glass walls
of the event hall. In perfect synchronization, four
massive trucks entered the compound, coming to a halt
near the others. Workers rushed to unload their
contents, carrying heavy stacks of cash into the hall.
The Bank CEO nodded. “And now, all the containers
have arrived.” He continued, his voice unwavering.
“Three containers are lled with cash. The fourth
one…” He hesitated slightly. “It holds 98,438 kilograms
of gold. We were short on liquid funds, so we thought
this could serve as a backup.”
Silence lled the room.
Then—clap.
The boss started clapping, a slow and deliberate sound
that echoed through the hall. His eyes gleamed as he
spoke. “So, we have $4,200 billion in cash, a company
worth $3,500 billion, and a loan of $203 billion.” He
let those numbers settle before he delivered the nal
blow. “Ladies and gentlemen, as of this moment, we
are no longer just running an airline.” He leaned
forward, a grin spreading across his face. “We are now
the owners of an aircraft manufacturing empire.”
Mayora felt her heartbeat quicken. Owning an aircraft
manufacturing company? This wasn’t just about