Chapter 1556 - Ron's Revenge (6)

~ National Airport, Springfield (Missouri) ~

Tuesday

2:01 PM

Mr. Heine is sitting in the waiting lounge of the private terminal and observing ten people in sharp business suits who are occupying two nearby sitting areas. They are working on their laptops and flipping through some files while talking in whispers. Whatever they are talking about, seems important. And it appears that all of them are together.

After some time, Mr. Heine noticed that some of the people have corporate badges visible, and they are definitely employees of the White corp. He remembered that White corp. has a branch office in Springfield.

Mr. Heine is not the one to stare at others, but he has nothing else to do while he waits for the people who are sent by Jeffrey White to help him. And these ten people are imposing.

Usually, when Mr. Heine expects a work-related visit, he waits in his office which is about thirty miles East from his current location.

If the person coming is super-important, Mr. Heine would arrange for a driver to pick up that person at the airport.

But this is visit is extremely important. Jeffrey White himself arranged for a team of people to come and help out his business from the current predicament. Other than booking a limousine to pick up his business guests, Mr. Heine had to come in person. He even arranged for the team which is arriving from Los Angeles to stay in his mansion; it's much closer to his main office which is in the same compound as the factory, and the small town he lives in does not have any good hotel.

Mr. Heine's attention got drawn toward the big private jet with 'White corp.' sign on it which is slowly approaching the terminal gate. Here they come!

Mr. Heine observed that the ten people stirred. They were packing their laptops and adjusting their hair and suits and one even checked his breath against his palm. Is it possible that these people are waiting for the same jet? Possible. Are they waiting for the same people? It's a big jet. There is a chance that with the team which is coming to see Mr. Heine, someone else arrived as well.

At that time, in the jet…

"I'm here with you…" Zula told Ron as she gently squeezed his hand.

"Not to spoil the romantic moment, but we are here also." Julius said cheekily as he approached them. Allen was two steps behind them.

Allen and Julius don't know the details of Ron's circumstances, but they are aware that Ron's family didn't treat him well and that is why he ran away and eventually ended up with them at the Cliffside Villa. Allen and Julius are ready to support Ron in getting back at everyone who wronged him.

All four of them are wearing sharp business suits, with a difference that Zula is wearing a knee-length pencil skirt. They look like four young professionals. Zula even put some makeup on, which with her hair pulled into a bun and three-inch high heels, makes her look more mature. No one would say that she is only sixteen years old.

Ron smiled. "Thank you, everyone. Are your IDs ready? It's showtime…"

They all confirmed that everything is in place.

Before they left Los Angeles that morning, Leah met with the four teenagers at the airport and gave them corporate identifications. All four of them are here as employees of White corp. which Jeffrey White personally picked to come and sort out the mess in which Mr. Heine's business found itself. And sorting out they will do.

Back to the present…

Ron and Zula walked down the narrow passageway which connects the jet directly to the lounge of the private terminal. Allen and Julius followed a few steps after them. And flight attendants trailed behind them while rolling their luggage.

They were greeted by the people who work at the Springfield branch of the White corp., five people on each side, who were extremely respectful. All of them are proud to be White corp. employees, but the biggest perk is to work at the HQ in Los Angeles. They don't get teams from Los Angeles here often, and ten people present hope to leave a good impression. Maybe the four young professionals who came from Los Angeles can put in a few good words and they end up transferred to Los Angeles. Ah, how glorious that would be.

Mr. Heine observed the scene in front of him, and he admired the grand welcome those four youngsters received.

'They must be incredibly talented when they are working at the White corp. at such a young age, and they are getting so much respect from their seniors.', Mr. Heine mused.

Mr. Heine remembered to look for the next group that is going to come. But other than the flight attendants who kept four suitcases in the lounge, no one else came.

"We were told that Mr. Heine will wait for us." Allen's voice drifted toward Mr. Heine.

Mr. Heine widened his eyes. 'Oh, those youngsters are here because of me!' He made his way toward the people and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"I am Mr. Heine, I hope your trip went well."

By the time Mr. Heine ended his sentence, people parted, and he got a good look at four youngsters. He froze. Why is his son here? His sight fell on the ID which was attached to Ron's left breast pocket. It says 'White corp.' clearly. "Ron?"

"Mr. Heine…" Ron said distantly. "It is good that you are here already. We are coming on behalf of the White corp. to assess the challenges your business is facing and to suggest solutions. Our bodies are adjusted to the Los Angeles time zone and for us is lunchtime. We want to start with lunch in Springfield before we go to your office to discuss your problem. Can you make arrangements for us, or do I need to get my people to do it?"

Mr. Heine blinked. Once, twice… His brain refused to process what his eyes are seeing and what his ears are hearing. This… just what is this?

Zula got her phone. "It seems that Mr. Heine is non-responsive. I will find something suitable…"

"Miss…" One of the ten people from the White corp. called. "Please, allow me. I know a great Italian place downtown. They have the best ravioli in the city."

"I can recommend a good Thai restaurant…" Another man said. "Their hot and sour soup is delicious, and the seafood red curry will make you wish to have a bigger belly so that you can eat more…"

Mr. Heine snapped out of his daze. "No, no… I will do it. Just give me a minute." He said while fumbling with his phone to call his assistant.

Ron nodded in approval and turned to the ten people who were eager to please him. "Mr. Heine will make lunch arrangements for all of us. While we wait, why don't you tell me what information you prepared for me? I want to hear only the summary now, and we can talk in detail over lunch…"

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