At the front of the first-class section sat Charles Whitmore, one of the most influential business leaders in America. At forty-six years old, Whitmore was the billionaire founder of Whitmore Dynamics, a technology empire that had transformed multiple industries. In corporate boardrooms, Charles was known as a man who could command billion-dollar deals with a single calm sentence.
But tonight, none of that power meant anything.
Because in his arms was his six-month-old daughter, Lily Whitmore, and she would not stop crying.
Her tiny face had turned bright red, her fists clenched tightly as if she were fighting the entire world. Her small body trembled with each breath as she screamed louder and louder.
Charles looked exhausted.