The Sixth Butler; Xavier Jones

The convoy of sedans traversed the open space, the roads leading to nowhere akin to runways, an enigmatic spectacle that heightened the sense of anticipation. The vast grasslands framed the runway on either side, punctuated by the presence of a large warehouse to the left of the entrance. The serene isolation of the location added an air of secrecy and exclusivity to the scene.

As the sedans approached, Cassie, peering out of the window, caught sight of an astonishing spectacle that set her heart racing—a Boeing BBJ Max 7, painted in a vibrant blue, positioned prominently in the middle of the runway.

"Is that what I think it is?" She said, talking to no one in particular.

The sheer grandeur of the aircraft left her in awe, and her excitement spilled forth uncontrollably.

"Savannah Evershade, you always seem to surprise me every now and then," Cassie exclaimed, her eyes reflecting a delightful mix of fear, anxiety, and unbridled enthusiasm—a rare occurrence for her.