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“…but I feel like something’s not right,” Maya whispered, gripping the armrest as another contraction rocked through her. The stranger — still nameless, still calm — gently crouched beside her. “We should call a flight attendant,” he said. “This could be labor.”

“No,” Maya gasped. “I can’t… I have to make that meeting.”

“Listen,” the man said quietly, voice low so others wouldn’t hear. “Some things matter more than boardrooms and billions.”

Maya met his eyes. There was something in his gaze — not just kindness, but understanding. Like he knew what it felt like to carry the weight of a dream on your back. Like he’d carried one too.

James appeared again. “We’re hitting turbulence again, ma’am. I suggest you remain seated.”

“She’s having contractions,” the man said.

James’s face twitched — just for a moment. Then he forced a smile. “Let me alert the captain. We might need to prioritize landing.”

As he turned, Maya caught something in his eyes. Something cold. She remembered how he’d typed a message earlier. Her heart skipped.

“She’s on the plane. The vote is today. They’re counting on her not making it.”

Had she imagined that? Or was James not who he seemed?

The man must have sensed her fear. “You’re safe,” he said quietly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Elon,” he said simply.

Maya blinked. “Elon… Musk?”

He nodded. “Didn’t want to make a fuss. Sometimes it’s better when people don’t know who you are.”

Maya was speechless. She looked down at her belly. “And you gave up your seat for me?”

Elon smiled. “You looked like you needed it more.”

The contraction passed. Maya’s breathing slowed. The plane continued to bounce through the clouds, but inside her, something shifted — a strange calm. As if her father was there, guiding her through the storm.

Her father… Maya’s eyes widened. “You said your name is Elon?”

He nodded.

“My dad used to talk about you.”

Elon’s brow furrowed. “David Chen?”

Maya nodded. “He said you met at a conference in Singapore years ago. That you talked about aviation, innovation, dreams… He always said, ‘That guy’s going to change the world, but he hasn’t forgotten what it means to care.’”

Elon’s face grew still. “Your father… he was one of the few people in business who believed in human dignity. He helped me secure a landing slot at a regional airport in Nevada when no one else would.”

Maya gasped. “I didn’t know that.”

“I never forgot,” Elon said. “When I saw you struggling today… I didn’t know who you were. But maybe I was supposed to be on this flight. Maybe he wanted me here.”

At that moment, the plane gave another violent lurch — and Maya screamed.

This time, there was no doubt. Her water had broken.

Passengers gasped. The seatbelt light flicked on. James rushed toward them, but Elon stepped in front of Maya.

“She’s in labor,” Elon said calmly. “We need medical assistance immediately.”

“I’ll notify the captain,” James said — but there was a hesitation in his step. A flicker of resistance.

And then Maya remembered something else — the flight attendant her father had once fired for stealing fuel kickbacks. His name had been James.

Her breath caught. “You’re not who you say you are,” she whispered.

James’s smile cracked. “Don’t worry,” he said coolly. “We’ll take good care of you, Miss Chen.”

Before Elon could react, James turned and rushed toward the cockpit.

“Elon,” Maya gasped, gripping his hand. “He’s part of it. The people who killed my dad — I think he’s working for them. They don’t want me to make the vote.”

Elon’s expression darkened. “Stay calm. I’ll handle it.”

He stood and disappeared toward the front. Maya tried to sit up, but pain doubled her over. A kind older woman came from across the aisle, offering water and a comforting hand.

Minutes passed.

Then the intercom crackled. The pilot’s voice was strained. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are declaring a medical emergency. We will be landing at Denver International Airport in approximately 25 minutes. Flight attendants, prepare the cabin.”

James didn’t return.

When the plane finally touched down, EMTs rushed aboard. Maya was wheeled out, Elon beside her, holding her hand as if he’d known her forever.

As the stretcher rolled past the captain, Maya saw James being quietly escorted off the plane — not by airline staff, but by two men in dark suits with federal badges.

Elon had called ahead.

In the hospital, as doctors checked on the baby and nurses brought ice chips, Maya finally had a moment to breathe. She turned to Elon, who was still there.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“Then don’t,” he said. “Just promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t give up your father’s dream.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I won’t.”

Elon stood to leave. “Oh — and one more thing,” he added, pulling something from his pocket. A small USB drive. “You might want to show this to your board. It’s footage from your airline’s maintenance hangar. Something your father recorded a week before he died.”

Maya’s hand trembled as she took it.

“Where did you get this?”

“I didn’t,” Elon said, pausing at the door. “He left it with me. In case something ever happened to him.”

Then he was gone.

Maya stared at the screen as the drive loaded. Her father appeared, looking tired but resolute. “If you’re seeing this, Maya,” he said, “it means they’ve finally come for us. But you were always stronger than me. Don’t let them take everything. Fight.”

Maya closed her eyes. The baby kicked gently.

They had underestimated her.

But not anymore.