He pressed a single direct speed-dial and brought the receiver to his ear.
His deep, gravelly voice echoed across the wide concourse like rolling thunder:
"Postpone the board meeting."
He paused, looking past Clara to fix a chilling, razor-sharp gaze directly onto Bradley.
"Yes. I'm at Terminal B, Riverside International Airport."
Chapter IV: The Executive Swarm
Bradley scoffed, turning on his heel with a mocking smirk. "Postpone a board meeting? Who do you think you're calling, old man? Security will have you escorted onto the street in two minutes—"
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
A high-priority emergency tone chimed over the terminal’s public address system.