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The small private jet soared through the clear blue sky, slicing through the fluffy clouds with ease. Inside, Lawrence lounged in his plush leather seat, his white polo neatly pressed, and blue shorts perfectly tailored. He wore an expression of mild boredom as he gazed out the window at the endless expanse of ocean below. 'God,' he thought, 'this flight is dragging on forever.'
Up in the cockpit, Stephen, a rugged man in his forties with a steely demeanor, kept his eyes on the horizon. His hands moved with practiced precision over the controls, checking the instruments. "How much longer till we land, Stephen?" Lawrence asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
"About an hour," Stephen replied curtly, not bothering to look back. His voice was steady, no-nonsense. "Relax, Lawrence. We’re on schedule."
Lawrence huffed, rolling his eyes. "Relax? Maybe you could speed up this plane somehow instead of giving stupid advice? God, I hate long trips."
Stephen ignored the comment, focusing instead on the panel. He was used to dealing with spoiled brats like Lawrence—rich kids who thought the world revolved around them. 'Entitled little brat,' he thought, gripping the controls a bit tighter.
But then, the plane jolted violently, and the engine sputtered. Lawrence sat up abruptly, his heart pounding. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice rising in panic and all traces of his earlier boredom gone.
Stephen’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the instruments. "We’re losing power," he said in steady but urgent tone. "Strap in. Now."
Lawrence’s face paled. "Are you kidding me? I thought you were a professional!" He fumbled with his seatbelt, panic setting in.
"I said strap in!" Stephen barked sharply. "We’re going down. This isn’t a joke."
The plane’s descent became steeper, the nose dipping towards the ocean below. Lawrence’s hands gripped the armrests, his knuckles white. 'God,' he thought, 'this can’t be happening. Not to me.'
Stephen fought with the controls, his experience and grit the only things keeping the plane from plummeting uncontrollably.
"Hold on!" he shouted over his shoulder, loud roar of the engines drowned out his voice. "This is gonna be rough!"
The impact was sudden and brutal. The plane hit the water with a force that knocked the air right out of Lawrence's chest, shattering windows and letting the ocean rush in. Lawrence was flung forward, his head smacking into the seat in front of him. Darkness quickly claimed him as his consciousness faded...