"So, tomorrow Japan will have two colossal Airbuses in its hangar for a brief period," Aisha commented with an amused smile. "The A380 being prepared for the return trip to the Kingdom, and the A390 arriving. It will be quite a spectacle for anyone in the hangar."
"Only for those with permission to see, Aisha," Daniel corrected, a glint in his eye. "Discretion is key. But yes, it will be a smooth transition. My Russian pilots will be here tomorrow morning to familiarize themselves with the new aircraft and our other pilots. They will spend the day with the Airbus team to ensure a seamless transition. The safety of theShadow Networkand my operations depend on every detail, every gear moving in sync."
Elara felt a chill. The mention of the Russian pilots, the "toys" on the A380's wings, and the A390's expanded capacity reminded her of the true nature of Daniel's power. He wasn't just a billionaire; he was the "Ghost," an invisible force operating on a level most people couldn't even dream of. And now, she and Aisha were at the center of that world.
"And the wedding preparations in Dubai..." Elara began, thinking about the logistics for her own family.
"Henry is already working on it," Daniel interrupted with his usual efficiency. "He will coordinate with the King's staff to ensure your parents and Kenji have a comfortable and discreet journey to Dubai. They will be treated with the highest consideration. Don't worry about that. Just enjoy the anticipation of our union. The family, our entire family, will be safe and present."
Silence reigned in the cabin again, but it was a silence filled with the promise of a great future and the security of being under Daniel's protection. The sun rose higher in the sky, illuminating the interior of the A380 with an intense glow, a new day that brought with it new adventures, new complexities, and the certainty that, with Daniel, life would always be extraordinary. The wait for the A390, the flying fortress, was the next chapter of their lives, a journey where luxury, danger, and love intertwined in ways only the "Ghost" could orchestrate.
Dusk tinged the Tokyo sky with plum and gold hues, peeking through the vast windows of Daniel's private hangar. Inside the imposing A380, an aura of anticipation hung. Henry, the discreet and efficient crew chief, oversaw the preparations with the precision of a maestro. There was no frantic rush, but rather the calculated calm of a well-orchestrated operation. Designer boxes, Italian leather suitcases, and even carefully packed works of art were already positioned for the transfer that would take place the next day, with the arrival of the A390.
In the sumptuous main lounge of the A380, Elara and Aisha, dressed in flowing silk robes, enjoyed fragrant herbal tea. Their conversation flowed smoothly, with the lightness of sharing a thrilling secret.
"It still feels surreal," Elara confided to Aisha, a dreamy smile on her lips. "A plane like that... to us. It's like a floating palace."
Aisha smiled, her almond-shaped eyes reflecting the soft afternoon light. "My brother, Prince Rashid, always said that Daniel never does anything halfway. This is proof. And the security he gives us... is priceless."
Daniel entered the room, already dressed in his usual black silk shirt and tailored trousers, the picture of elegance and control. The scent of his woody perfume filled the air. He held an ultra-thin tablet in his hands, his eyes intent on the data scrolling across the screen. "Planning is on point," he announced, his voice calm and full of satisfaction. "The King's pilots are already en route to pick up the A380, and my Three Musketeers are ready for tomorrow. It's a transition that will require the utmost coordination, but my team is impeccable."
He gestured to the holographic image he projected in the center of the hall, showing the interior design of the A390, with itsthree floorsand the impressive garage. "About the garage," Daniel continued, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "forget about the idea of four full-size attack helicopters." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "But... maybe one, modular, for very, very special occasions." He winked. "The priority is for theground vehicles. As you know, they are already here in the A380 garage. We will have theBugatti The Black Car, theLamborghini SC20, theLamborghini Revuelto, a Ferrari SF90and toFerrari F80– all black with white interiors, of course. And for more robust mobility, myRolls-Royce Cullinan 6.75 V12 SUV– one for me and one for you, Elara, with your personalized plate – and theMercedes-AMG GT Track Series, also one for each of us, yours equally personalized with your name on the plate. Oh, and of course, myKawasaki Ninja H2Rwill be there too, for those moments when speed is the only answer."
Elara and Aisha stared at the images of the high-performance cars and motorcycle, each a symbol of luxury and power. The view of the A390's garage, with those vehicles lined up, was a stunning demonstration of Daniel's logistics.
"These cars," Elara said in awe. "They're works of art."
"And tools," Daniel corrected gently. "Tools to ensure mobility, stealth, and safety in any terrain, for us and my bodyguards. With each landing, we won't be tied down. We'll have complete autonomy."
"And what about exchanging our entire lives for this new plane?" Aisha asked, thinking about the countless suitcases and belongings.
"It's all catalogued and ready," Daniel assured. "All yourclothes and jewelryElara, yours, Aisha, and mine—everything will be transferred with maximum safety and efficiency. Henry and the team have already sorted and packed every piece. They understand the importance of every detail, every memory. Our lives will be relocated to the A390 as if they were returning home.
The conviction in Daniel's voice was palpable, and the women felt a wave of relief. He'd thought of everything, taken care of every aspect, ensuring the transition was smooth and worry-free.
The next morning brought a different energy to the hangar. The air vibrated with the hum of jets, but it wasn't Daniel's A380. It was the arrival ofAirbus A390Its colossal silhouette rose against the blue Tokyo sky like a silver Leviathan, hovering majestically before descending with an impossible grace for its size. The landing was smooth, almost silent, and the aircraft rolled into position alongside the A380, revealing itself in all its magnitude.
Elara and Aisha, standing beside Daniel at the hangar entrance, watched the scene with wide eyes. The A390 was even more impressive up close. Its polished dark gray skin seemed to absorb the light, giving it an aura of mystery and power. It was noticeably taller and longer than the A380, and itssix Rolls-Royce enginesexuded a sense of indomitable power.
"It's... it's like a flying temple," Elara whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
"A flying fortress," Daniel corrected, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Our fortress."
The Airbus team, along with Daniel's engineers, began inspecting the aircraft.three Russian pilots, men with serious faces and shrewd eyes, whom Daniel had rescued and given a new life, introduced themselves to Daniel with almost reverential respect. They were tall, with broad shoulders and an imposing presence that spoke of years of military discipline. Their eyes swept the aircraft with a mixture of admiration and professionalism.
"Mister Daniel," their leader, a man named Sergei, said in flawless Russian. "It's an honor. This machine... is a work of art."
"It's our new home, Sergei," Daniel replied with a smile. "And you and your brothers are the only ones I trust to pilot it."
Daniel's team, with its military precision, had already begun the process ofload transfer. The luxury and tactical cars already in the A380 garage, as well as Daniel, Elara, and Aisha's suitcases filled with their clothes, jewelry, and belongings, were meticulously moved into the A390's vast garage. Each movement was choreographed, unhurried, but with an efficiency that ensured the safety of each item. Elara watched as her ownRolls-Royce Cullinan, with the personalized plateELARA, was gently winched into the fuselage of the new plane, followed by itsMercedes-AMG GT Track Series, also flaunting his identity. The scene was a silent demonstration of the level of control and security Daniel maintained over his world.
As the transfer continued, Daniel called Elara and Aisha for a final conversation before activating the holographic communication system.
"Now, my queens," he began, his voice calm and focused, "the story we will present to our families. It needs to be cohesive and, above all, compelling. Remember, it's all about thealliance and security."