Third Person POV
But peace inside Grant Group never lasted long.
Not even for an hour.
Suddenly…
The doors to the executive medical office burst open so violently they slammed against the wall.
Linnea Cross strode in fast, her usually immaculate composure shattered clean through.
“Everyone, emergency response team, move now!”
Every head snapped toward her.
“There’s been a major aviation accident at Terminal 3. Multiple injuries. Airport authorities are requesting immediate corporate medical assistance from Grant Group.”
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Like someone had struck steel against stone.
Chairs scraped backward.
Emergency cabinets opened.
Medical kits snapped shut.
No gossip.
No hesitation.
Only movement.
Raina rose immediately, already pulling on gloves as she g
