The morning sun cast a golden hue over the city,
Peter sat at the kitchen table, after thinking for a while. He researched more on starting an airline.he allocated resources and kept just enough to survive by for a while. Turns out Ben had left quite some money for them.
He knew it wasn't going to be easy but decided to give it a try anyway.
Later that day he picked up his phone and called his best friend Jay.
"Hey, man," Jay answered.
"Morning, Jay. I've been thinking... Let's meet up. I have an idea," Pete's voice was tinged with excitement.
An hour later, Jay headed over to Pete's house.
Pete leaned in, "What if we start our own airline?"
Jay chuckled, "You're serious?"
"Absolutely. We have the skills. I'm a skilled engineer with years of experience, and you have a knack for tech and operations. We can make this work," Jay asserted.
Jay pondered, "But starting an airline requires significant capital. Planes, licenses, staff..."
Peter nodded. "True, but we can start small. Maybe a regional carrier focusing on underserved routes. "
Jay considered the possibilities.
"I don't know man. But if that's what you say let's do it," Jay said while giving a slight smirk .
"I have some money saved up. I'll invest all I'm. Let's see how far we can go."
Over the next few weeks,
Peter's days were consumed with designing efficient aircraft models,
Despite the long hours and how he had to take care of his children especially Anna who wouldn't talk and had to stop kindergarten,
One evening, as Peter reviewed blueprints in his home office,
"Peter, are you sure about this? It's a massive undertaking," she said gently.
Peter looked up, "I need to do this, Chloe. For myself, for the kids. I want to build something meaningful."
Chloe nodded, "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself in the process."
"I will," Peter assured her.
Months passed,
On the day of the launch,
As the plane disappeared into the clouds, "This is just the beginning." He said in an assuring voice. There was joy between Jay and the few staff members. Peter thought it was something that was meant to be and never really saw a reason to be happy.
"I think I'm going to head back to the office. You sure you don't want me to stay?" Chloe offered gently.
Peter shook his head. "Go. I'll be fine."
Chloe hesitated, then left quietly.
Peter stood and moved to the window. The sky outside was streaked with sunlight, mocking his storm.
Days bled into nights as Peter and Jay transformed a little garage into a workshop. Peter handled the logistics, securing permits, talking to government officials, and reaching out to mechanics. Jay lived under the wing of the prototype, perfecting every bolt.
Jay thought it was okay to let them name it after Peter. So they called their little business Kavinsky Airlines.
Peter used every dollar Bennie left behind. Jay emptied his savings. They slept in sleeping bags between toolboxes and wiring kits. They fought. They laughed. They bled.
Then they were able to come up with a better airplane. It was sleek, silver, and average—it looked like something out of a dream. Compact wings. A glass nose. Silent rotors. Inside, 100 soft seats and a digital dashboardJay built himself.
Peter ran his hand along the body, breath hitching.
"We really did it," Jay whispered.
"Not yet. We fly tomorrow."
The next morning, a small crowd gathered at an empty airstrip Peter had rented with their last funds. The staff he had hired were so excited for the remodeling. But now mechanics, a few curious engineers, a reporter friend Jay had called. Anna sat on Chloe's lap in the crowd, wrapped in a pink hoodie. Her eyes still didn't sparkle, but they watched the plane closely.
Jay climbed into the cockpit, nerves dancing in his fingers. Peter sat beside him, headset on. They just wanted to feel it. But they stepped outside and some really good pilots who were Jay's friends stepped in.
"Ready?" pilot 1 asked.
Pilot 2 nodded. "Let's take the sky."
The engines purred to life. Silent. Smooth.
The plane rolled down the runway.
Faster.
Faster.
And then, lift.
They rose into the air like a bird tasting wind for the first time. Below, the crowd gasped and pointed.
Anna looked up—and for the first time in days—smiled faintly.
The radio crackled. "Smooth lift," the pilot said, voice tight. "No drift. Pressure's steady."
Peter smirked, breathless. "It's flying, Jay. It is really flying!"
Clouds danced around the plane. The city sprawled below, so small, so far away.
They made a gentle arc
and returned to the runway. The plane touched down perfectly. Applause erupted.