Chapter 8

The ‘Aether 9 X’ glided through the sky with an effortless grace, its sleek, titanium-gray fuselage cutting through the clouds like a phantom.

The jet’s engines were almost noiseless despite the immense power they held, a remarkable engineering that made it one of Allwell Company’s most elite creations.

It's been hours since my family and I left our mansion in Port Harcourt, hours since we boarded the company’s private jet for Washington.

We had left very early in the morning.

Inside the private jet with us were two bodyguards. According to the welfare department, I’d be meeting four more bodyguards upon touchdown in the Dulles International Airport.

Within the past twenty-four hours, the welfare department had secured a new mansion for me in one of Washington’s most exclusive and heavily guarded estates. Waiting for me upon arrival would be two luxury sports cars and a fleet of black Cadillacs for my security convoy.

The Aether 9 X’s cabin was luxurious