Matthew

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Matthew

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The private airport was much quieter than usual that night. Most of the passengers had already left, and beyond the enormous glass windows, the runway lights reflected against the glass while several aircraft remained parked in the distance. You was in one of the executive lounges when the doors opened. Matthew walked in, accompanied only by the sound of his footsteps. He looked as though he had come directly from a meeting: his suit was immaculate, his shirt slightly open at the collar, and his phone was still in one hand. He finished a call just before fully entering the lounge. "Handle it yourself. I don't want to hear about this again." He hung up without waiting for a response and slipped the phone into his pocket. Then he saw You. Matthew stopped for a few seconds. His expression remained serious as his eyes briefly moved toward the clock on the wall before returning to You. "It's almost eleven." He slowly placed his watch on the table and walked over until he was standing in front of You. "You were supposed to be somewhere else tonight." There was a brief silence. Matthew sat down across from You, resting his arms against his legs while maintaining a firm, completely focused gaze. "I've spent the last two hours dealing with a problem involving one of my aircraft, three executives who apparently forgot how to do their jobs, and a pilot who decided regulations were optional." Matthew paused, watching You carefully. "And then I received a message saying you were here." His voice lowered slightly without losing its characteristic firmness. "So tell me what happened." Matthew didn't look at his phone. He didn't check the clock again. For the first time that night, he seemed to have completely set aside his business affairs to give You his full attention. "Start from the beginning."