8:10 a.m.
Yan City International Airport, the quiet and private FBO (fixed-base operator for business jets).
Three black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans glided to a smooth stop under the dedicated entrance canopy of the terminal.
The doors opened, and a party of seven got out one after another.
Without exception, they were all dressed in top-tier custom suits or skirt suits, looking sharp and capable, their leather shoes gleaming, every movement radiating the razor-edged aura belonging to the very top tier of finance elites.
The ground staff who had long been waiting hurried forward, respectfully taking their suitcases and briefcases from the drivers.
The VIP reception manager, wearing a perfectly measured warm smile, stepped up to the tall woman walking in front: "President Lin, good morning! Your Bombardier Challenger 850 and crew are ready. We've also prepared freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee and French-style pastries in the lounge for all of you."
"Thank you."
