A New Dawn

SEASON 1, CHAPTER 1

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Wealth family's grand yet eerily silent mansion. The irony of their name had long been a bitter joke, wealth in title, but poverty in reality. The house, once a symbol of prosperity, now stood as a fading relic of past grandeur. Its once-pristine marble floors bore faint cracks, the golden chandeliers had lost their luster, and the massive paintings of their ancestors seemed to stare down in silent judgment.

Jetpack adjusted his collar, fumbling slightly as he looped his tie. His reflection in the antique mirror by the hallway revealed a mixture of nerves and excitement. Today was not just any day; it was the day his dream finally took flight. He had worked toward this moment for years, sacrificing sleep, leisure, and even friendships. And now, it was here.

He descended the grand staircase with practiced ease, the heavy oak railing smooth beneath his fingers. Behind him, his younger sister, Skyla, trudged along, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Must you always wake up this early?" she mumbled, stifling a yawn.

Jetpack smirked. "It's a big day, Sky. No time for laziness."

Skyla groaned, dragging her feet across the polished floor. "Yeah, yeah. You and your 'big days'... Feels like every day is one."

Jetpack chuckled but said nothing. He could barely contain his excitement, but he knew Skyla wasn't one for enthusiasm, at least not in the mornings.

As they stepped into the dining room, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and buttered toast filled the air. Their mother, Mrs. Wealth, stood by the table, her apron dusted with flour. Though her face bore deep lines of hardship, her presence was always warm, a steady anchor in their turbulent lives.

"Good morning, Mum," Jetpack greeted, pulling out a chair. "How was your night? Hope you remember what today is?"

Mrs. Wealth turned from the breakfast table with a knowing smile. "Good morning, son." She placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of him. "Of course, I remember. I haven't forgotten."

She reached out and smoothed down his collar, a quiet gesture of affection. "You've been waiting for this day for so long, Jetpack. I'm so proud of you."

Jetpack felt a lump form in his throat, but he quickly masked it with a grin. "Thanks, Mum. That means a lot."

Skyla, already digging into her meal, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, who could forget? With all the screaming you did last night, I barely got any sleep." She yawned exaggeratedly, stretching her arms over her head.

Jetpack grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that, sis. I just couldn't contain my excitement. This has been my lifelong dream."

His mother chuckled, squeezing his hand gently. "And we're all so proud of you, Jetpack. Always."

The warmth of the moment was interrupted by the arrival of their driver, a man as efficient as he was silent. Dressed in a neatly pressed uniform, he stepped inside with a respectful nod.

"Master Jetpack, Miss Skyla, the car is ready to take you to the company."

Jetpack took one last bite, downed his juice in one gulp, and stood. "Alright. Go and wait by the car, we're coming."

He turned to Skyla, expecting her to follow, but she remained seated, swirling her juice absentmindedly. The playful air she had earlier was gone, replaced by something quieter.

"I'm not coming," she said, her voice calm but firm.

Jetpack blinked, caught off guard. "What? Why not?"

Skyla sighed and leaned back against her chair, crossing her arms. "I have plans with my friends today. We've been planning this for weeks. I can't just cancel now."

Jetpack opened his mouth to protest but then shut it. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind. He wanted her there. He needed her support. Today was monumental for him, and Skyla had always been by his side during the roughest times. But he also knew his sister. She had never been one for grand celebrations, and forcing her to come wouldn't make the moment any more special.

"Don't worry," she said, standing and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "I'll make it up to you. Besides, you're the Emperor of the Wealth Household. You can handle this."

Jetpack exhaled and gave her a small smile. "Alright. But don't forget your promise."

"I won't," she said, ruffling his neatly styled hair. "Now go. Make history or whatever it is you're about to do."

As he stepped out the front door, the crisp morning air greeted him. The mansion's long, winding driveway stretched ahead, flanked by towering oak trees whose branches swayed gently in the breeze. The black sedan waited at the end, the driver already standing by the door, holding it open.

Jetpack took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of dew-covered grass. This was it. The beginning of a new chapter. He glanced back toward the house, where Skyla stood by the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself. She didn't wave, but her presence there was enough.

He slid into the car, and as the door shut behind him, the vehicle pulled away smoothly. The mansion grew smaller in the distance, and with it, a part of his past. He wasn't just leaving home today, he was stepping into the future.

The city came into view as they drove, its skyline piercing through the soft morning mist. Towering skyscrapers lined the streets, their glass facades reflecting the golden sunlight. Billboards flashed advertisements for the latest technology, while crowds of people bustled about, each lost in their own pursuits.

Jetpack felt his heartbeat quicken. His destination was no ordinary company, it was his company. A vision he had nurtured for years, now on the verge of reality. He thought of all the nights he had spent pouring over designs, the countless setbacks, and the determination that had kept him going.

Today, the world would finally see what he had built.

The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of a sleek, modern building with his company's name emblazoned across the top in bold silver letters. Employees in crisp suits walked briskly toward the entrance, some stealing glances at the car as if already aware of the significance of this moment.

Jetpack stepped out, straightened his tie, and exhaled deeply.

This was just the beginning.