He failed. He failed. Emily agreed. And that failure, that hesitation is the crack in the armor. That's what I'm grounding you for, Robert.
She called over to the frantic executive. Not for Mrs. Harrington. For him, for your failure to train your people for the real world. You train them to fight a fire.
You don't train them to fight privilege. And privilege, it turns out, is just as dangerous. Agent Franks nodded slowly. She's got a point, Robert. This is a failure in human factors.
Plain and simple. The FAA will have to open an investigation. This new development, an official FAA investigation, was the second torpedo to hit Apex Air's hull. Emily then turned her attention back to her own phone where her COO, Ben, had been working nonstop. A new message popped up on her secure app.
Ben. Emily, you're not going to believe this. I pulled the file on Harrington Capital. It's worse than we thought. They're not just all leverage.
Emily, what do you mean, Ben? They're in the middle of a major, desperate fundraising round. They're leveraged 30 to1. They've been bleeding cash. They needed this trip.
They're meeting with the Global Transport and Infrastructure Fund in LA tomorrow. Emily, the GTI Fund. Wait, I'm meeting with the GTI Fund. Ben, exactly. You're the keynote speaker at their investor summit.
You're the technical adviser they brought in to bless all their new aerospace investments. Emily, Harrington Capital's entire $500 million lifeline depends on you signing off on their presentation tomorrow. Emily Vance looked up from her phone. She looked at Mark Harrington, who was now pleading with a police officer. She looked at Catherine, who was crying, her mascara running in black theatrical streaks.
The universe, it seemed, was not without a sense of poetry. Mark thought he was fighting for a window seat. In reality, he was fighting the woman who held his entire half billion dollar fundraising round in the palm of her hand. "Robert," Emily called out, her voice suddenly lighter. "I'm going to need a few things."
"Anything, Dr. Vance. Anything at all." "First," Emily said. "I'm going to need you to press charges against Mrs.
Harrington for assault and destruction of property. Not me. The airline. I want her prosecuted. Robert just nodded grimly.
Done. Second, I am still grounding the fleet, pending an immediate all hands on deck emergency training review for your cabin crews, which my team will oversee. You'll have your planes back when I'm satisfied your people know how to handle a passenger, regardless of their stock portfolio. We'll start tonight, Robert agreed. Third, Emily said, "I still have a meeting in Los Angeles.