"Hello, Mr. Montague, Young Minister Carson, Mr. Greyson, and Mr. Hendrix," Danny greeted, his voice steady despite the nerves building in him.
He and his team had just finished their early breakfast, knowing their flight ahead would be a long one.
At first, their anxiety had been overwhelming, but once they were seated in the dining area and tasted the food—something they would only experience once in their lives—the excitement had chased their nerves away.
However, that sense of relief quickly evaporated the moment they spotted the high-profile figures lounging nearby.
Each of the men nodded at Danny, their expressions calm and composed, without making a move. The head of airport staff stepped forward to clarify.
"Sir, do you not have any luggage to check in?"
"We don't," Leo answered, his voice familiar and casual as he recognized the staff member who often served him during his travels.