Chapter 7 - The Morning Line

The autumn sun broke over the Potomac, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete plaza outside the FAA headquarters. By eight-thirty, the lobby was already busier than usual. Camera crews from three major networks had somehow caught wind of an emergency executive hearing involving Apex Airlines, clustering near the visitor turnstiles like starlings before a storm.
Inside the seventh-floor conference room, the atmosphere was dense with tension. David Garza stood near the projector screen, checking the digital feeds from the Chicago regional field office.
"The U.S. Attorney's warrant was executed twenty minutes ago," David said without looking up from his tablet. "Our inspectors are inside hangar four right now. They've already seized the primary digital servers and physical parts logs before Apex's local legal team could block the doors."
Lucy adjusted the cuffs of her blazer, standing at the end of the long mahogany table. "And Sterling's office?"
"They're downstairs. Sterling, Pendelton, and outside counsel from a high-priced downtown firm. They didn't come alone; they brought a public relations entourage and two corporate lobbyists who spend more time on Capitol Hill than they do in boardrooms."
The double doors of the conference room swung open before David could finish.
Robert Sterling strode in first, perfectly tailored in a charcoal bespoke suit, his silver hair neatly combed. Behind him came Arthur Pendelton, looking pale and restless, flanked by a towering attorney named Vance Miller whose reputation for aggressive corporate defense preceded him in every federal agency in Washington.
"Director Morgan," Miller said smoothly, not waiting for an invitation as he pulled out a chair opposite Lucy. "I must inform you at the outset that my clients are here strictly under protest. We view this entire proceeding as an unprecedented overreach of administrative authority, initiated in retaliation for a routine commercial ticketing error."
Sterling seated himself slowly, resting his hands flat on the polished wood. He didn't look like a man facing federal fraud charges; he looked like a CEO reviewing a favorable quarterly report.
"Good morning, Lucy," Sterling said, his voice carrying a calm, condescending warmth. "I see you didn't sleep much. That's unfortunate. Because you're about to spend a great deal of energy defending an investigation that has no legal standing."
Lucy remained standing. She looked past the expensive lawyer, past the PR advisors standing near the door, and straight into Robert Sterling's eyes.
"You can bring as many attorneys as you like, Robert," Lucy said, her voice cutting cleanly through the murmur of the room. "You can leak stories to the press about my seating assignment on Friday. But it won't change the contents of the email you sent three weeks ago instructing your regional managers to steer inspectors away from your uncertified auxiliary hydraulic systems."
Arthur Pendelton flinched at the mention of the email, his eyes darting toward Sterling.
Miller, the attorney, didn't blink. He reached into his leather briefcase and pulled out a stapled document, sliding it across the table with deliberate slowness.
"We anticipated that your office might misinterpret internal draft correspondence," Miller said smoothly. "That email was part of an exploratory discussion regarding logistical optimization during fleet transitions. It was never enacted. Furthermore, Dr. Morgan, before you proceed with any emergency grounding orders, you might want to look at who actually signed the purchase requisition for those hydraulic valves in Chicago."
Lucy didn't touch the paper. "Who?"
"Marcus Vance," Miller said with a thin, victorious smile. "Our regional safety director. The same man who conveniently showed up at your office in the middle of the night with a folder of cherry-picked files. You see, Dr. Morgan, Marcus was under internal investigation for supply chain kickbacks and procurement fraud for the past six months. He didn't come to you as a whistle-blower protecting public safety. He came to you as a desperate employee trying to frame his superiors before we fired him."
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The room went completely silent. David Garza stared at the document across the table, his expression darkening.
Lucy looked at Sterling. The CEO held her gaze, a faint, razor-thin smile touching the corners of his mouth.