The rain was pouring down heavily now, and amidst the stormy weather, I stood beside the girl who held a black umbrella, right in front of a private jet. The sight of the jet left me stunned. Is this for real? My eyes widened in disbelief. The jet's exterior was sleek, painted a glossy black, making it look like a shadow cutting through the storm. I glanced around and saw the guards standing nearby, all dressed in matching black suits, holding black umbrellas. Their presence made the eerie silence more suffocating.

"Ma'am, this is your flight," the girl said, and without waiting for a reply, she walked away.